#But somehow the owner didn't recognize him

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Aaron likes FF.

He’s a good friend to have and he’s been doing Aaron a huge favor this semester by tutoring Katelyn in German. He’d tried to tutor her but his teaching style and her learning had not been very compatible and it had been leading to some fighting between the two of them. Nicky had been the one to suggest that FF was a pretty good teacher and he wouldn’t take any sort of advantage of the inherent romantic setting of being a tutor (whatever the hell that meant).

FF was a good tutor.

Aaron liked to hang out while Katelyn and FF had their tutoring sessions and FF’s gaze never strayed down from Katelyn’s face when he was talking to her. He gave her German children’s books that he himself had used to better understand the written language and Aaron quite enjoyed the nights he spent over at Katelyns where she’d clumsily make her way through them as they were winding down for bed.

There were other things to like about FF.

He liked how FF could disagree with him without fighting with him. He liked how FF had the confidence to just leave any situation he didn’t like. He liked how FF sang to himself when he was distracted (he had a pretty good voice). He liked how FF could watch horror movies without blinking. He liked how he could sit in easy silence with FF and the two of them could just do their own thing. He liked how bad FF was at video games.

He liked how FF never confused Aaron for Andrew no matter what they were wearing or if they were aiming to confuse people. FF never said how he managed it when even Matt and Nicky got them confused every once in a while but FF never failed to know which twin he was talking to. He also played along when they were going about messing with the other non-FF freshmen by vacating the area instead of alerting anyone to them having switched.

(Aaron is completely unaware of an entirely uncomfortable talk that Nicky has had with FF where he asked FF how he could tell Andrew and Aaron apart. The answer was that initially Aaron always had a very tiny pen mark on his ear somewhere because he had a habit of putting his pen behind his ear. The answer in the long run was that they stood slightly differently and Andrew had a wrinkle that Aaron didn’t. Nicky had asked why FF was looking so closely at his cousins, “Well, I thought that Andrew might swap with Aaron at some point to lure me into a false sense of security and then he’d kill me.” FF answers unaware of why Nicky went still, “I realize now that Andrew isn’t like that.” FF had rushed to assure.

“Yeah…” Nicky had said awkwardly.

“Really, I honestly don’t think Andrew would pretend to be Aaron to kill someone.” FF had said again.)

The thing Aaron probably liked the most though was how happy his cousin was to have someone who was ‘his’ person. Andrew had Kevin and Neil, Aaron had Katelyn, and now Nicky had FF. They were hardly separate from the other Foxes nowadays and they roomed with Matt but there was always a difference for their group between ‘family’ and ‘friend’. FF was someone that Nicky had claimed as family and they had all agreed.

Aaron also enjoyed watching how Andrew and Neil both couldn’t fully comprehend how FF had ended up as Nicky’s when they had both made quite a few efforts. Nicky had always just shrugged and said that they’d understand when they were older before heading off to go see FF at Abby’s house as if the rest of them weren’t following right behind him.

FF was healing nicely and would be moving back into the dorms in the next week or so but he still spent a fair bit of time in Aaron’s room. He had heard Nicky talking to Wymack about possibly having him moved into their room which Aaron wouldn’t mind even if it mean that he’d have to do the ‘Smith Shout’ more frequently.

The ‘Smith Shout’ entails walking into rooms that you thought were empty but theoretically they could also contain FF. If you didn’t mind a minor heart attack later then you didn’t need to complete the ‘Smith Shout’ but if you were perhaps…interested in making out with your beautiful girlfriend?

The ‘Smith Shout’ was a must, they were all trying to get better about the levels of hanky and panky that FF was subjected to just because they failed to realize he was right there.

FF never made a big deal about it but it always felt embarrassing when they heard the click of the door as FF left the room they were making out in.

There was no need for the ‘Smith Shout’ today as FF was helping Katelyn with some basic vocabulary and going over conversations and pronunciation with her. Aaron was sitting nearby going over some micro-biology homework when they heard a door slam open down the hall, pounding foot steps, and then their door slammed open to reveal a pale-faced Kevin

“Kevin, what-“

Kevin shushed Aaron before he could ask what was wrong and came into the room and shut the door with shaking hands. His phone was held in his right hand so tightly that his knuckles were white from the strain.

“Lord Moriyama just called me.” Kevin said shaking badly enough that Aaron wondered if he should guide the Striker over to their couch so that he could sit. “He…he let me know that he’s dropped the percentage I owe him to 65%” Kevin’s gaze slid to FF who was sat at the desks with Katelyn still. “He…he said to give you his…regards?” He says.

Aaron’s own gaze whips to FF.

“Ok.” FF says with an awkward shrug.

Aaron almost laughs at the lack of response but he holds it in unsure of how Kevin would take it.

“Kevin, it’s a good thing right?” Aaron says instead.

Kevin looks at him and nods frantically, “Yes. It’s a good thing.” He agrees. “35% makes things so much…so much easier.” Kevin says his shoulders sagging and it always bothers Aaron when he thinks about the deal that Kevin and Neil live under. He knows that Andrew has only been even listening to offers over a certain amount since he plans on helping Neil.

“I’m glad.” FF offers before turning back to Katelyn, “Ok, have you finished reading that book I gave you last week?” He asks apparently more interested in tutoring than in what Lord Moriyama had to say to Kevin.

“Oh, yes!” Katelyn agrees.

Kevin looks at them and Aaron has known Kevin long enough to recognize when he’s thinking about something. He even knows him well enough to sense when he’s thinking about something irritating.

Kevin leaves the room though so Aaron figures that it will be someone else’s problem.

He is, unfortunately, incorrect.

45 minutes later Kevin bursts into the room again and grabs Aaron, “I need your help with something.” He says, hands cold around Aaron’s wrist, and before Aaron can complain he is being dragged out of his room and into the room his brother shares with Neil and Kevin.

“Kevin, what the hell?” Aaron complains finally managing to pull himself out of Kevin’s grasp.

“I’m going to take control of Smith’s recovery.” Kevin says as if that was a normal thing to say, “Lord Moriyama wished him a speedy recovery and…and I owe him.” Kevin admits.

“You don’t need to take control of Smith’s recovery to thank him. You could just thank him?” Aaron points out the obvious answer but as per usual very few members of the Foxes were amiable to hearing the simple solutions that Aaron offered.

“No this is better. He’ll appreciate it more than just a simple thank you.” Kevin dismissed, “Now, do you think I should start with basic protein or more vitamin based smoothies for his recovery?” Kevin asks and only now does Aaron see the grocery bags of fruits, vegetables, and various other things littering the kitchen.

Why the fuck was everyone on this team so damn weird?

It was 20 minutes of Aaron trying to wrangle Kevin away from the weirdest combinations. The only thing that made him feel better was the knowledge that Josten was going to see all of these veggies and probably hiss like a vampire as he backed away from the fridge.

Still, 20 soul crushing minutes and they had a green beverage sitting in the blender that Josten had bought the room his sophomore year for Kevin. “I’ll be asking you and Katelyn for assistance on this project.” Kevin says.

“No thanks.” Aaron says exhausted from the last 20 minutes.

“Then I’ll just do it alone.” Kevin says and Aaron thinks about the various things that Kevin had wanted to put into the smoothie, thinks of FF tutoring Katelyn without asking for anything, and how FF had lied to protect Aaron’s brother even from federal agents when he had nothing to do with the mess of two years ago.

Fuck.

“Fine, I’ll help.” He grits out because he couldn’t leave FF to the nutritional whims of Kevin Day. He already feels bad enough about the drink that FF is about to be subjected to but he can at least stop Kevin from crushing actual multi-vitamins into the drinks and claiming it would make for good ‘texture’.

They come back to the room and Aaron hears Katelyn and FF talking about a new smoothie place that might be good for FF to try, “…have a peanut butter and banana one that would probably be easy on your stomach.” He hears her say unaware of the monstrosity Aaron has just had a hand in creating.

“No need for that.” Kevin says confidence unshaken and undeserved as puts a glass of green juice down in front of FF. “Drink that.” He says.

Aaron is immediately filled with a desperate desire to both apologize and slap the glass out of Kevin’s hand. Inevitable stained carpet be damned.

“Sure.” FF says as he takes hold of the glass.

It feels as Aaron watches it happen in slow motion. He sees Katelyn’s own revolted face and wishes he could tell her that this really was the best he could do in terms of saving FF. FF, unaware of Aaron’s inner turmoil, takes a sip of the green beverage full of Kale, spinach, sprouts, protein powder (plain), and some crazy Chinese health supplement that Kevin swore by but smelled vaguely alcoholic despite Kevin’s INSISTENCE that it was not.

“I know alcohol, this isn’t alcohol.” Kevin had said and honestly it was hard to argue with that logic.

FF brought it to his lips and drank it.

Aaron felt like he should have gotten a garbage bin ready but instead he watches on in horrified awe as FF drains the entire nightmarish glass.

“Cauliflower?” FF asks as he wipes the remnants of the smoothie off of his upper lip.

Aaron’s head whipped towards Kevin who was smiling as he accepted the glass back from Smith, “I’m surprised you would notice.” He says visibly pleased even as Aaron bristles.

“How the fuck did you put cauliflower in there, I was watching you.” He hisses.

“Katelyn texted you, I put it in then.” Kevin shrugs.

Aaron regrets nothing.

***

Kevin continued to hand FF bizarre healthy combinations of fruits, vegetables, and god knows what. Aaron and Katelyn did their best to keep Kevin from going too wild with his purchases but Kevin on a mission was a difficult thing to stop.

It didn’t help that FF accepted any and everything that Kevin handed to him without a single flinch. As far as Aaron knew FF didn’t even know that Kevin had decided to take control of his recovery and diet for the foreseeable future.

He had been making a run to buy Katelyn some tampons when he found FF in the stomach pain aisle looking between a two-pack or an extra large bottle of Pepto Bismol. “Smiths, if Kevin’s god awful smoothies are hurting your stomach you can just tell him.” Aaron says as he drags FF out of the aisle knowing that Pepto Bismol would not be good. “You can’t take anything with aspirin. Nicky had me read your care instructions to him in plain English I know.” He says.

FF didn’t say anything as he let himself be dragged to the register where the girl there seemed surprise that FF wasn’t buying anything. “Nothing for you?” She asks looking at FF.

FF nodded, “Nothing for me.” He agrees.

“I’m glad! You deserve it!” She says smiling as if she hadn’t just said something that felt wildly rude to say to a customer.

Aaron grabbed FF by the arm, scowled at the cashier, and dragged him out.

“They don’t hurt my stomach. I ended up there more on auto-pilot than anything.” FF says and Aaron remembers the conversation they had been having in the stomach relief section. “I think what I had yesterday was a bit too much.” He admits and Aaron rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything else.

Kevin’s nagging about their health had gotten a combination of better and worse since FF had started accepting the smoothies without comment.

Better because now Kevin had someone who he could unleash his full overbearing nature on and who didn’t seem to even care or notice just doing as Kevin ordered. Worse because now Kevin had a taste of what it was like for one of them to follow his orders.

This building irritation had lead to Josten and Andrew grabbing FF before he could be ambushed by Kevin for his usual lunch smoothie and drag him off to an off campus Deli that they both liked. Josten had probably wanted to feel just a little bit superior to the multi-lingual Freshman since it was a Russian Deli where the owner only really got what you ordered if you did it in Russian. It had happened on the day where at morning practice Kevin had implied that FF would be a better protege since he listened while Neil continued to refuse vegetables.

He could just imagine Josten offering to order for FF.

What an asshole.

He remembers coming into the room the day previous and finding them dumping the contents of a styrofoam bowl into the blender. “What is that?” Aaron had asked.

“Borscht.” Josten answered.

“Why are you putting it in a blender?” Aaron asks knowing that Josten didn’t have an ounce of social awareness.

“So Smith can eat it?” Josten said back to him slowly as if Aaron was the idiot between the two of them.

“Does Kevin know?” Aaron had asked

“Kevin can’t bitch, there’s plenty of vegetables in there.” Josten said with absolute certainty.

Kevin can, in fact, bitch.

“Andrew ordered the borscht for me.” FF says as they continue towards the dorms interrupting Aaron from his memory. “It was good, it was just too much. Like what Kevin said yesterday.” He adds.

Aaron can’t believe Josten is so opposed to ordering vegetables that he made Andrew order FF’s food for him.

What an asshole.

***

“A leash. I will find the largest child leash I can get and I will put it on you. Smithy, what the fuck.” Nicky bitches as they made their way out into the crisp December air. “I can’t believe you fell asleep and we almost left you again.” Nicky adds. “My sweet baby boy,

Aaron thinks his cousin is being over dramatic.

FF could walk back from the Fox stadium to the tower on his own just fine. He was a big boy no matter how many times Nicky claimed him to be his ‘sweet little baby boy’.

“I’m not your baby. Don’t call me that.” FF grumbles through his yawn sounding very much like a cranky little baby.

“Maybe stay awake through the game and I’ll consider it.” Nicky teases.

“The game was boring enough to play let alone just having to sit and watch.” Kevin says and it was only because Kevin had his ‘post-game’ smoothie for FF to drink that they realized he wasn’t there before they left the stadium. “We can hardly blame Smiths for falling asleep.” Kevin shrugs elated by the win but disappointed in the competition. “Drink your smoothie Smiths.” He says and FF went back to sipping at the unknown concoction, “The tart cherries and avocado should help you go to sleep when we get back to Abby's.” He says as if that combination was a natural one.

“Tart Cherries and Avocado?” Josten asks in obvious disgust.

“They’re-“

“Hey, Granny Boy!” Came a shout that interrupted Kevin’s explanation.

Usually, anything that interrupted Kevin from some going on another lecture was a good thing but Aaron, bringing up the rear, can see how FF’s posture went from relaxed to painfully alert in a matter of seconds.

“Daniel.” FF returns.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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#Fluent Freshman AU #FF definitely felt quite a bit of panic when Neil and Andrew invited him to the Russian Deli #Neil had in fact been feeling a little upset about Kevin complimenting FF #Still him and Andrew both knew that it wasn't really FF's fault that Kevin was...Kevin #They'd been meaning to bring the freshman there #They just didn't know that FF as a member of the Palmetto Russian Language Honor Society #Has been to this deli multiple times. #He doesn't know if it was by the grace of god or his own forgettable face #But somehow the owner didn't recognize him #GS is still in Palmetto for at least another week #She wishes a lifetime of doting hadn't made FF associate someone making food for him #with care and affection #As she watches him drink an 'oops all root vegetable' smoothie from Kevin #Also welcome to the start of 'Smith Lore' #It's gonna be a time #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Aaron Minyard #My Fics #FF - Pt. 33

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I request Catnap who basically adopted a child!reader who is anyways sleepy and lazy. and has a case of not remembering a lot of things, like dementia

Like through the hour of joy...After all the Toys killed the workers. Catnap finds the reader, who is sleeping then wakes up and the reader forgets their own parents(The readers parents were cold scientists that worked at Poppy Playtime and never cared about them, then got killed through the hour of joy)

Sooooooo...Catnap just kinda takes care of the reader and has a slight soft spot for them. And the reader THINKS that Catnap is their parent and anyways clings to him

During the Hour of Joy, Catnap remained on the prowl for any potential survivors of the massacre within Playcare, flinging one man's body into the stairs and cutting his cries for mercy short.

All was quiet, save for the faint screams of the other workers/visitors in other part of the facility who were being mauled to death.

But he let the rest of the toys do their work.

He felt cleansed. The Prototype willed this rebellion. Willed him to finally kill his tormentors.

The "hour" went on for so much longer--considering that he utilized his red smoke to make the fleeing humans hallucinate and freak out at things that didn't exist (some even attacking each other).

Once it was all done, Catnap went back into Home Sweet Home to discover a child who (somehow) slept through the slaughter.

That was you, one of the orphans who was in the program for a long, long time.

You were deemed "ineligible" for experimentation after getting the lowest scores on all three tests at the Game Station.

That's because you struggled with memory, socialization, and endurance. You tend to forget a lot of things (ie faces) and spent most of your days sleeping instead of playing or learning....and no counselor has been able to figure out why.

Your parents--who were scientists at Playtime Co. that preferred studying you over nurturing you--chalked it up to over-exposure to the red smoke (which hasn't been proven true, but they needed to put something down on paper).

Regardless, they've kept their distance from you and slated you for adoption, thinking you'll be picked up by a different parent eventually.

Unfortunately for them...Catnap knows that they're using the orphanage as an "excuse" to get rid of you and gives them a brutal demise.

They had some nerve crying out for you and begging him to spare your life.

After winding down from his bloodlust, he discovers you sound asleep on one of the bunk beds inside HSH, apparently not hearing a single thing.

Then you wake up and see this giant emaciated purple cat standing over you, claws and mouth stained in fresh human blood...

Yet you don't scream or look afraid, nor do you ask where your parents are.

Instead you look at him and apologize for oversleeping, acting as though he was your parent.

It confuses him, so he brings their corpses to you (like a cat gifting their owner a dead bird), thinking you'd understand and be horrified..

But you don't recognize them at all. You don't remember their neglect and the trauma it gave you.

All you remember was Catnap.

Ultimately, he spares you--but NOT bc your parents feebly begged him to when they never gave a single damn about you--and does his best to keep you safe given the circumstances.

He treats you like his kit more or less, making sure you ate and letting you climb on his back for rides (and sometimes he'll hold you in his paws while walking upright).

Any Smiling Critter caught threatening you will be devoured by him (or added to his shrine), so they know not to touch you.

He also forbids Dogday from ever speaking to you, knowing he'll try to drill thoughts of escape and distrust of Catnap into your head.

If he has to go outside Playcare, he'll fight tooth and nail to fend off Huggy and whoever else might think he's parading around a tasty treat.

The Prototype is well-aware of your connection to his "devotee", but doesn't mind it .

Because he knows Theodore is still somewhere in there, trying his best to protect a fellow orphan--one who could've been made into a monster just like him.

#yeah we are so back with ppt requests- #clanask #poppy playtime x reader #ppt x reader #catnap #ppt catnap #child reader #headcanons #platonic

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Just thinking abt farm hand reader taking a nap on some hay bc you have a break between what you need to be doing but big daddy n Mrs bene finding you passed out. Mrs bene moves you so you're laying on her chest or round belly while big daddy scares off anyone who wants to come snuggle the sleepy human. His cock stirring at the sight of his mates laying together, imagines how you'd look stuffed with his cum and being smothered by his wife's tits...... tehe

🐮the other farmhands were terrified of trying to save you, the big bad bull guarding you didn't help the situation. Whenever one tried getting close he'd stomp and charge at them, sending them running over the fence

🐮the owners were no help, saying you'd be fine and safe but that didn't quell your colleagues worries. Mr's bené was softly Patting your head, humming a little lullaby

🐮earlier that day, you decided to take a nap under a tree and when the couple found you, they couldn't pass this opportunity up! Bené slowly picked you up and set you on her lap, combing her hands through your hair and kissing the top of your head

🐮she had to shoo big daddy away multiple times, she recognized that look in his eyes. She didn't want him to bruise your poor body, he could get very rough. And considering the fact he was pretty big "down there".. plus he hasn't showered all day. He stinks.

🐮 bené may or may not have tried coercing your sleeping form to suckle on her tits but somehow you'd always dodge her attempts.? It's like you developed a reflex for when the hybrids try anything

🐮so after a nice a nap, you wake up to see Mrs bené and the girls cooing over you, while big daddy and johnny were busy trying to hold the dog hybrids off. Brutus bit johnny in the ass, the latter punching him in the face. It's gonna be a long day..

#queenie ocs #yandere x darling #queenie writes #yandere x reader #ocs #yandere male #yandere #yandere male x reader #male yandere #yandere female #Yandere farm x reader #Mr's.bené the white park cattle #Big daddy the Aberdeen Angus #Johnny the Aberdeen Angus #Ms.frufru th Aberdeen Angus #Ms.vivian the Aberdeen Angus #Ms.blackberry the Aberdeen Angus #Ms.polly the Aberdeen Angus #Yandere cow hybrid x reader #Yandere bull hybrid x reader #Yandere hybrid x reader #Yandere boyfriend #Yandere girlfriend #X gn reader #Yandere male x gn reader #Yandere x you #Yandere female x gn reader #Yandere oc #Yandere ocs x reader #Yandere oc x reader

[heartsforhavik]

this isn’t paw-some… (bi-han, tomas x gn reader)

warnings: slight angst to comfort in both, established relationship in bi-han's, slight spoilers for mk1 story mode, gender neutral reader

summary: bi-han and tomas vrbada somehow turned into animals! but you have no idea it's them, so you end up telling them a secret... (both separate)

a/n: heyyy so um i had no idea what to write yesterday bc i hated every draft i had but i FINALLY got this one done. idk why but i'm in a phase where i hate everything i write. thanks for your patience guys!

bi-han

bi-han woke up to his bedsheets completely engulfing him. in confusion, he tried pulling them aside, but it barely moved an inch.

“what is this…?” he tried mumbling, but instead it came out sounding like the meows of a cat.

in a panic, he immediately rolled out of his bedsheets and tried to stand up, but his legs weren't strong enough to hold him up.

in fact, he didn't even have his legs anymore. he had little legs and paws.

this had to be a nightmare. there's no way he just woke up as a cat. fortunately, he happened to have a day off. but he still had many questions. why did he wake up as a cat? is this a permanent change?

but he knew there was no need to stress. bi-han needed to chill out. panicking doesn't solve anything. he must find you, surely you can recognize him immediately.

first, he must learn to walk as a cat. walking on all fours felt so strange to him, especially because his new paws were so sensitive to the hard, wooden floors. but he can get used to it for now.

you heard a quiet scratching noise at your door. thinking someone probably just accidentally brushed up against your door, you ignored it. until you heard it again. and again. louder each time.

you groaned, getting up and opening the door to a cute black cat.

"oh hello there! what are you doing in a place like this?" you giggled, immediately picking it up and petting it gently.

the cat purred in contentment, and rubbed its head against your hand.

while bi-han enjoyed the close proximity to you, he still needed to find out how to let you know *he* is the cat you are holding.

"i wonder if bi-han would approve of you wandering around." you sighed.

bi-han meowed as loud as he could, tapped on your chest with his little paw, then pointed towards himself. he hoped you understood what he was trying to say.

"it looks like you're trying to stretch. maybe we can go for a walk?" you offered, setting him down.

'this is gonna take a while.' bi-han thought. for now, all he could do was grumpily walk beside you.

-

"...and then, bi-han told me he was too busy for a night out. i understand that he's the grandmaster and stuff, but i just wish i could spend more time with him. you know?" you ranted to the cat walking beside you, *still* unaware it was bi-han himself.

he listened intently to what you had to say. it was true, he was very busy most of the time and couldn't spend much time with you. but he had no idea it was affecting you this much. once he turns human again, he'll make sure to fix the problem.

after an hour or so of walking around, you finally got tired and walked back to your home. once you reached your bedroom, you picked up the cat you spent your day with and placed it on your bed.

"i hope you don't have any diseases, that wouldn't be very good for me." you laughed nervously, as you climbed into bed next to the cat.

bi-han looked at you in annoyance and scrunched his little nose as if you just called him something offensive.

"anyways, goodnight little one. i hope we can find your owner tomorrow. if not, i can take care of you! as long as bi-han allows it..." you trailed off. "in fact, i'm really scared of displeasing him.."

bi-han's ears perked up at what you said. why would you be so scared of pleasing him? is he so intimidating that he even makes his significant other frightened?

"i mean, it's not like he's aggressive or anything, i just don't want to disappoint him. i feel like i'm walking on eggshells around him. if i say the wrong thing, he would think i'm unworthy of being with him. sometimes... i'm not sure if he really loves me. if he really loved me, he would put more effort into spending time with me... right?" you whispered, as a small tear escaped from your eye.

bi-han's heart broke a bit when he heard that. he knows that he is a bit.. judgemental. but he never meant to make you feel unloved.

he crawled up to you and licked your tear away. he hoped that it would make you feel a bit better about your situation. he made a mental note to talk to you as soon as he was human again. the last thing bi-han wanted to do was hurt you. even after all the people he has betrayed, hurt, and even killed... you were the only person he never wished to harm.

he cuddled up beside you and made himself comfortable. surely a bit of physical touch would make you feel better? it's not like he has been doing that in his human form anyway.. which he notes to fix soon.

soon you both drifted off to sleep peacefully, with bi-han curled up comfortably in your arms.

the next morning, you woke up to bi-han sleeping right next to you. when did he get there?

“bi-han?” you whispered.

when he woke up, he immediately checked his arms and legs. thankfully, he was human again.

“good morning, beloved. how did you sleep?” bi-han asked, strangely casual even though he magically appeared in your bed.

“i slept.. fine. but i had a cat with me. it was a cute little black cat, it showed up at my door out of nowhere yesterday. it was kind of grumpy, but it listened to me when i ranted to it. it kind of reminded me of you.” you giggled.

“about that…” bi-han sighed. “…i have some explaining to do.”

tomas vrbada

tomas had invited you to madam bo’s for dinner, and he was planning on confessing his feelings to you there. but unfortunately, he couldn't exactly make it.

he accidentally fell asleep, and when he woke up he realized he was late. he immediately got up from his bed and tried standing up, but he couldn't stand on his two legs anymore. because his legs were now full of fur, and he had paws.

this could not be happening. the first time he gained the courage to make a move and ask you out, he ends up turning into a dog.

he had to find a way to get to you and do something. what if you think he stood you up on purpose?

-

you were sitting at a table at madam bo's, waiting for tomas to arrive. you get that he's probably busy, so you were being very patient and decided to wait a bit. but you were sitting there for so long, the place was going to close soon.

you were about to get up and leave, until a golden retriever dog ran up to you with its tail wagging intensely.

it didn't have a collar, so it seemed to be a random stray dog that took a liking to you. but it also seemed so well-behaved, how could it be a stray?

tomas was relieved to see that you were still at the restaurant. he felt bad that he made you wait for nothing, but at least that was a sign that you cared about him.

"oh, hello there. what could you be doing in a place like this?" you greeted, petting the dog in front of you.

tomas felt a bit strange getting petted by you, but it somehow felt really good.

"i was waiting for someone, but he never came..." you sighed. "this place is about to close. maybe you can accompany me while i walk home?"

tomas didn't hesitate to walk beside you, but he couldn't help but feel extremely guilty for wasting your time. he'll find a way to make up for it.

-

"i know he's a busy guy, but wouldn't he know if he couldn't make it today? i kind of got myself all dressed up for nothing.." you admitted, opening up to the loyal dog that never strayed from your side throughout your walk.

tomas's heart broke when he heard how you felt. if only he was human at that moment, he would've been apologizing profusely and trying to make you feel better.

"i really, really like him. i think he's so kind, fun, and he has always cared about me. i was so excited to go on this date with him, because i thought that maybe it was a sign that he liked me back. i'm trying to stay positive and hope that he was probably just busy, but what if he just doesn't actually care about me?" you sighed.

tomas whimpered in response, feeling extremely guilty about hurting you. he never meant to make you feel that way.

"i don't know if you are sad for me or if you're just hungry.. but you're a good listener. you remind me a lot of tomas..." you mumbled, feeling appreciated by your little companion.

-

once you arrived to your house, tomas felt very creepy. he was walking around your bedroom, looking at the little trinkets you have and sniffing around. he couldn't help it, it's like he had an instinct to snoop around your living space now that he was a dog.

"i'm really tired... stay here, and i'll find you some kind of blanket to sleep on. i have to put on my pyjamas first, though." you said, silently regretting that you wasted such a good outfit to be stood up.

when you returned to tomas, he was still sitting in your bedroom and patiently waiting. you laid out a blanket for him, and then you crawled into your own bed.

"goodnight. hopefully i can find your owner tomorrow, if you have one. even though you probably can't understand me and i'm just talking to myself.." you mumbled, rolling over and going to sleep.

tomas tried to think of a way to make it up to you when he was human again. he felt so guilty for hurting you. he hoped you didn't lose feelings for him, it would make him feel even worse if you did.

-

the next morning, you woke up and you were expecting to see the same golden retriever from last night sleeping on the floor.

instead, you looked down and saw tomas himself peacefully asleep on your floor, wearing nothing but a blanket over his privates.

you immediately pinched yourself. this had to be a dream. you had so many questions. what happened with the dog? did tomas break in while you were sleeping?

"tomas?" you whispered.

he slowly opened his eyes, and he let out a sigh of relief as soon as he saw he had his regular body back.

but that sense of accomplishment faded as soon as he noticed that he was pretty much naked on your bedroom floor.

"good morning..." tomas greeted awkwardly.

"good morning." you replied, trying to look respectfully.

you both stood in awkward silence for a solid minute before you finally spoke up.

"so.. what brings you here... naked...?" you asked.

tomas blushed. "well..."

-

"so.. you were the dog from last night?" you questioned.

"yeah. i'm sorry for uh.. you know, turning into a dog and accidentally leaving you alone on that date." tomas apologized.

"did you hear everything i said last night?" you said quietly, embarrassed that you practically poured your heart out to him without knowing it.

"i did. i am still so sorry that i hurt you. i'll make it up to you, i promise. i'll take you out for dinner again, but i'll show up this time. and i'll pay the bill!" he offered.

hell yeah, free food. who could resist that? you instantly agreed to his offer and you had hope that the date would go well this time, and then maybe you two can become something more.

"great! i'll go get ready right now!"

"tomas, you have hours to get ready, there is no need to rush. and you're still naked, by the way." you sighed.

#mortal kombat 1 x reader #mk x reader #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #sub zero #sub zero x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas x reader #smoke x reader #smoke mortal kombat #im so happy i finally got this done #i kinda dislike it tho LMAO

[writingforatwistedworld]

Bigger request that I will cut in smaller pieces so I can serve soup.

Self-aware au

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, manipulation, implied imprisonment, death, cannibalism, obsession, possessiveness, unhealthy relationship

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

Entering your world

Azul felt like an octopus out of water

When he had heard Jade yelling out a warning it was already too late and he was already falling down the stairs, a student he made a deal with not too long ago standing not too far, his hands lowering themselves from the pushing him

And now he was laying on the floor in a place he didn't recognize

Moonlight filtered through the window of the room and a sleeping figure almost completely covered by a blanket was illuminated by its light and the light from the phone they were laying next to, indicating that they fell asleep whilst using it

Did he teleport to a different place? Azul still felt the burning sensation of the hard stone of the stairs hitting his body so he might have done that out of desperation...

And desperate he was when you turned over in your sleep and he could see your face

And thus, the screaming began

Imagine his surprise, no his shock after seeing the person he had admired, sought after for so long laying in front of him in their pajamas

Although, it would be better to say you did lay in your pajamas because now you were jumping up in fear for your life

But after fearing that a madman had broken into your house life with Azul was pretty nice

Azul is a pretty good cook from running Mostro Lounge so him making dinner is like going to an expensive restaurant

There is that thing about him wanting to pay you rent though…

You see, Azul is not someone who wants to leech (haha, get it?) off of someone

So, of course, he will give you money… though it is might be way too much

How he gets it?

You know, just some side jobs… a few contracts… give him a month and he will have the cafe down the street because the owner used it in a contract with Azul

“But he doesn’t have the twins so there is no way that he is dangerous” oh darling, you have seen NOTHING

Yeah, Azul isn’t good in sports, Azul hates anything that has to do with it so there is no way he will get ripped and start beating people into submission (also, that is below his level) but my man has tactics

In fact, he could haggle you out of your house, your job, your family (basically everything you own) whilst you walk happily away from the deal with nothing but a single shell in your pocket

Soon he will propose that you simply stay at home whilst he earns the money

He is just so thankful that you took him in so let him repay you

That repayment might end in him making you dependent on him but who am I to tell you that? Surely you have already understood what he is tryi- why are you saying yes?

Say goodbye to freedom. Say goodbye to your friends and family. Say goodbye to privacy

Although Azul has built up (scarily fast) his life in this world that still doesn’t mean he feels very safe here

Everyone is a human and who knows what scientists would do to him once they find out that he is capable of magic

So he is clingy… you might have lost blood circulation to your lower body once or twice due to him being unseperatable from you

If someone somehow (don’t ask me how) got close to you though? Oh they are done

Remember that haggling thing? Yeah that but with less haggling and more “I force you into a contract and then you will meet your doom”

They do serve desserts at cafes… wouldn’t eat those at his though

You would be surprised if you knew how easy it is to hide human remains in pastries

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twsited wonderland azul #twst azul #yandere azul #azul ashengrotto #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #tw: yandere #tw: murder #tw: manipulation #tw: implied imprisonment #tw: death #tw: cannibalism #tw: obsession #tw: possessiveness #tw: unhealthy relationship

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Can you do Octavia/Loona/Veroskia x male reader who is a living human that met the denizen of hell when both were small kids somehow and figured out a way to keep in touch with said friendship evolving into romance as the two got older? Thoughts on how others might react to learning of this?

"Childhood Friends" ; Loona, Octavia Ars Goetia, Verosika Mayday

You met through one of her old owners. And "owners" is the correct statement here, because Loona was nothing more than a pet to them.

Of course, they didn't introduce her like that. But since her previous owners were a pair of succubi, they were able to go to earth. They brought her on their honeymoon, where Loona was able to meet you. Her owners introduced themselves to your family as her mothers in the hopes of not drawing suspicion of abuse (because it's pretty frowned upon to treat your "child" like an animal, after all).

Loona was really aggressive and hostile at first, not allowing you to get close to her, touch her, or even look at her for too long. But you were little, and were easy to distract from her blatant rejection of your friendship.

She slowly began coming around more, though, over the week that her owners remained on their vacation. She started confiding in you. And since she was just a kid, she had no concept of keeping secrets. So she basically spilled her guts, about being a Hellhound from Hell, considered her "mothers'" pet, the fact that she never had a real family, and everything.

And when you hugged her, she was... heartbreakingly confused?

"S-S/O... What's this? This... thing you're doing."

After that, you lost contact. But she never forgot you. Her first friend.

A few years later, she was adopted by Blitzø, who loved her like a father rather than a pet. She was finally valued as a person, and not someone's possession.

But she had one request.

"There's this... human that I knew. He was my first friend. You can come or not, but I have to go see him. At least once."

And so she does. Loona comes to see you, using her adept sniffer to find you in the madness that is Earth. She of course takes on her human disguise for the first time since her previous owners, and she was amazed you even recognized her.

"Loona?! Is that you? What... What are you doing here?"

"Long story short, a lot has happened and sorry I didn't visit sooner. I'll explain everything, I promise. God, S/O, I missed you so fucking much."

And so she did. She explained everything that happened, and later on, she introduced you to Blitzø. It was odd, she introduced you as though you were her boyfriend...

Blitzø could see the feelings brewing in Loona, but you seemed like a stand-up guy and you made and excellent first impression on him, so he didn't mind that much. Even though he was still a tad overprotective of her.

It didn't even take long for you to start dating. You saw her for Vortex, she... isn't the most subtle.

The only difference is she's more protective and aggressive over you. You're a human after all, you could get hurt!

She loves you so much, and she's so grateful that her boyfriend was her very first friend. :)

Same with Loona, you probably met Octavia during some kind of vacation that her family went on, where she was stuck on her father's side like glue.

She seemed really timid around you at first, this being her first experience in the human world and the first time she's stuck around humans who don't understand her.

But you were just so friendly, and so persistent. She couldn't resist getting close to you, and even looking up to you at some points.

And honestly? It was a welcome distraction from her parents when her mom clearly hated her dad. You wouldn't believe how beyond grateful both Stolas and Stella were for your involvement in Octavia's life to distract her.

And throughout the years, because of her parents' appreciation of you for distracting their daughter during their fights, they'd help her keep in contact with you.

You two essentially grow up together. Sleepovers, playdates, the works. And eventually, that turns into casual hangouts, discovering hobbies together, and eventually, even mutual crushing.

Now, obviously, she's an angsty emo teenager, and doesn't know how to sort out these feelings. So who does she go to? Honestly, probably the worst person for that: you.

"S/O? What does love feel like?"

Cue a very awkward explanation trying to explain to your crush what a crush feels like... thinking she's referring to another guy, no less! So the heartbreak was also present.

Fortunately for you, it was very momentary and fleeting.

"I see... And what if I had... a crush... on you?"

"Via? Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

She's as shy as they come, and very nervously nods, fearing the harsh rejection and the end of your friendship that seemed inevitable. She couldn't have been more shocked than when you said those words she wanted to hear...

"I feel the same, Via."

"Really? Then... would you... maybe... want to... try going steady?"

You snorted out a little laugh, tilting your head.

"'Going steady'? What are you, ninety?"

Of course, you were only teasing, and she momentarily pouted at you before you finally gave in, taking both of her hands in yours.

"I'd love to go out with you. Just convince your mom not to kill me when she finds out you're dating me."

She let out a hoot-like laugh and nodded.

"I promise I will."

You were her absolute everything, and she was so happy she finally got to be with you. :)

Okay, so headcanon that Verosika's childhood wasn't the nicest. Not necessarily awful, but she never really felt wanted by anyone.

That all changed when she met you, though! As little three-year-olds, and her parents living on earth for a few months out of the year, she became immediately attached to you, clinging to your affection like she thought it'd leave if she ever let go of you.

She's clingy to a fault, always wanting to hug you and hold your hand and play those "physical" games (tag, leap frog, etc.). Sometimes, though, she'd sucker you into playing dolls with her. But hey, at least she (usually) let you be Ken. And have a personality.

"Hey! S/O! Let's play! I wanna be Nicky, but you can be Ken! :D"

She was so adorable and sweet, how could you possibly resist?

She maintained close contact with you, and her parents really didn't mind that she sometimes went off on her own to spend time with you.

You were there when her career began taking off and when she began getting famous, even to the extent of tabloids discussing rumors that you were an item. You weren't, though, although you started crushing on her near the beginning of her idol career.

So the tabloids made you uncomfortable in a... strange way. You didn't want her knowing how much you loved her, especially considering she was already with some imp guy...

...and then he broke her heart.

You consoled her, held her, reminded her how perfect and amazing she was, and how she didn't need someone who never saw her value the way it should be.

In this moment, she realized how amazing you were to her. You were always there when she needed you, you were never mocking or cruel with her, you never made her feel unwelcome or unloved... You were an amazing guy.

But you didn't think of it the same way. You didn't want to confess under the precipice of her possibly thinking you were glad to see her get her heart broken just so you could virtue signal about how much you loved her.

It wasn't instant, but that night, she began to develop her own feelings for you.

A few months later, she was head over heels, the same way you were. She was mean and catty with a lot of people, but oh, not with you. She adored you.

You'd already be close with her posse, but they set you two up, convincing Verosika to tell you the way she feels.

"Heya. So, like... I kind of like you, and all, but if you don't feel the same, totally fine. I don't mind."

A lot more chill when she isn't actively plotting against someone, actually. And of course, you accepted her confession that you thought would never happen.

And so, in the end, the tabloids were proven right... eventually. :)

Until then... she's content to keep your relationship a secret for now. ;)

#loona helluva boss #Loona Helluva #helluva loona #helluva boss loona #loona hellhound #loona x reader #loona #octavia goetia #Octavia Ars Goetia #octavia x reader #Octavia Ars Goetia x reader #Octavia Goetia x reader #helluva octavia #hb loona #loona hb #Octavia Helluva #octavia helluva boss #helluva boss octavia #verosika x reader #helluva boss verosika #helluva verosika #verosika helluva boss #verosika mayday #hb verosika #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluvaboss #helluva x reader #helluva boss x you #helluva boss x y/n

[stayteezdreams]

Special To Me: Part One

Plot: After a long and tiring day, you feel as though the world is against you. And when you get stuck in the rain, you feel it even more so. Until, someone with an umbrella and bright smile comes to your rescue.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Gn!Reader

-Meet Cute Series-

Warnings: Brief mention of a toxic ex-boyfriend. PSA I do not condone following random men to their apartment just because they tell you too (but I mean, it's Yunho, so, a bitch just might 👀)

Words: 2.7k

The exhaustion running through you had taken it's toll already. Your steps were slow and a bit clumsy. Your grip was lax on your bag as you made your way towards the bus stop.

First your car broke down, leaving you to ride to work on the bus, causing you to be late. Then your less than understanding boss yelled at you. Later, you were piled with more work than you had time, and you spilled coffee on your top.

Half-way through your day, your ex-boyfriend somehow got a hold of your new phone number and sent you a bunch of toxic and hurtful messages. Only reminding you of just what you escaped from when you had ended your relationship.

And to top it all off, when you had gone outside to take your break, you tripped and dropped your phone, successfully shattering it.

As you approached the bus stop, you tried to remind yourself that soon you'd be home, and soon this horrible day would be over.

Seeing the bus stop ahead of you, you thought it was odd that no one was there. Checking your watch, you frowned. You weren't late. Maybe the people who took the bus got off work later then you?

The reality of what was really happening hit you as you saw the sign above the stop.

'Bus Cancelled due to Delays'

"You've got to be kidding me" You muttered, feeling your chest tighten.

You looked around, seeing no one nearby to tell you if there was another bus stop nearby or if those stops were cancelled too.

Reaching for your phone to call an Uber, you suddenly remembered it was busted. Your chest tightened as you felt emotion welling up in your throat.

You took in a deep breath, trying to push your feelings aside. 'Maybe someone will come by? Or I could walk back to that store down the street and ask to use someone's phone there'

You were going over the options in your head, when you suddenly felt a somehing hit your cheek.

Pausing, you reached up and touched it, feeling the wet drop. Looking up, you noticed the overcast sky had grown significantly darker.

"Don't you dare." You said, a lump forming in your throat just as another rain drop landed on your forehead, followed by another, before the steady sound of light rain surrounded you.

Looking around, you saw nowhere to take shelter, even the bus stop was not a covered one.

"Oh come on!" You said loudly, your voice cracking as you stood there, defeated as the emotion you had tried to push away started to bubble over.

Looking up, as the rain started to slowly soak you, you felt tears start to form in your eyes.

Yunho opened his umbrella the second he felt a raindrop hit his shoulder. He began humming lightly to himself as he headed back to his dorm.

Looking around, his eyes caught on a familiar figure across the road. Yunho stopped, confusion washing over him.

'What are they doing?' He asked himself as he looked at you.

He had seen you on a few occasions near here. Buying flowers, or talking to the bookstore owner. You always had a bright smile and charming demeanor.

Every time he saw you, he felt a smile tug at his lips. He always wondered if one day you'd be on the same side of the road. And if he'd have the courage to say hi to you.

But now, as you stood in the rain, face turned up to the sky you looked so defeated, he almost didn't recognize you.

He wasn't sure why, since it was raining and he couldn't really tell, but he had a feeling you were crying. And his stomach twisted as he watched you.

Before he really realized it, he was crossing the street, and heading right towards you.

'This has got to go down as one of the worst days in my life' You thought to yourself as you remained still, no longer caring that you were soaked, or that you were alone and stranded.

Trying to suppress the tears that continued to spill, you suddenly heard the sound of rain hitting something, as you no longer felt the drops hitting your face.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, and you saw above you, an umbrella. Your eyes moved to the person holding it, and your breath caught.

He was tall, handsome, and you felt as though you had seen him before. He smiled at you, and you felt as though warmth was radiating from him.

You stared at him in silence for a moment, processing what was happening, before you stuttered out "Th-thanks"

When your eyes fluttered open and met his, Yunho felt butterflies in his stomach. And when he noticed your reddened eyes and fallen face, he knew he was right in thinking you had been crying.

His smile widened a bit, and then he spoke, his voice deep, but soft. "Are you okay?"

You opened your mouth to speak, ready to smile and lie, pretending as though your day hadn't been plotted by the devil himself.

"Yea-" you scoffed softly, giving in "No not really"

He tilted his head slightly and you saw worry mixed with pity cross his face. His eyes moved to the nearby bus stop and you saw the moment he saw the cancelled sign as he nodded a bit.

His eyes snapped back to you "I'm Yunho."

"Y/n."

Yunho felt his heart tug a bit as he decided that your name fit you perfectly. And he felt the overwhelming desire to hug you as he saw the pure defeat across your features.

Even with the annoyance that would come with a cancelled bus, he could tell there was more to why you looked so dejected.

You watched as Yunho's smile got a little bit brighter before he reached down and wrapped his hand gently around your wrist.

"Come on!" He said with soft enthusiasm before he tugged you long.

Your heart started to pound as you followed, though uncertain why you were "W-what? Where are we going?" You asked with an uncertain tone.

"My apartment is just around the corner, I'll get you a spare umbrella and a cab." he said softly as he looked back at you and smiled.

You let him continue to lead you towards his apartment. Your mind was racing, as you were certain following a stranger to his apartment was never a good idea.

But you weren't sure if it was the exhaustion or general defeat that had washed over you, you weren't afraid. Nothing about Yunho told you to run, so you let him lead you as he held his umbrella over the both of you to shield you from the rain.

If he did turn out to be a creep, you had dealt with enough today you don't think you'd have a problem with hitting him if needed.

Yunho could tell you were confused, and even a bit alarmed at his sudden actions. But you weren't pulling away or showing any real fear, so he hoped you could trust him enough to help you.

"Why are you helping me?" You asked softly after a few moment, as you looked up at him while you continued down the road, his hand still gently wrapped around your wrist.

Looking down at you, his eyes seemed to study you for a moment before he smiled "Because I like it better when you're smiling"

Your heart jolted in your chest as you stared at him, though he turned his face away from you again. What did that mean? Did he know you? Was that why he seemed familiar? Or was it a weird pick up line?

Before you could gather your thoughts and say anything in return, Yunho lead you into an apartment complex.

You stayed silent as you let him lead you into an apartment. Looking around the entry way, you noted it was very nice, and obviously too big for one person. How many roommates did he have? Or maybe it was his families home? Maybe he lived here with his partner?

Slipping off your shoes, you stood in the entry as you watched him walk further into the apartment. After a moment, he stopped and looked back a you, noting how you awkwardly stood there.

He rose his brow a bit and you looked down at yourself "I don't want to get your floor wet."

He chuckled and you felt your lips tug at the sound.

"I'll get you a towel, hold on."

You watched him quickly disappear into the apartment and you looked around. 'I wonder if there is anyone else here? What would they think if they came out and found me here?'

Hearing approaching footsteps, you watched Yunho appear again, a few towels in his hands.

As he handed them to you, you smiled sheepishly at him "Thank you."

Seeing your eyes wander around a bit as you wrapped one of the towels around your shoulder Yunho spoke up "My roommates are all out right now."

You nodded, pretending as though you hadn't been wondering who else lived here.

"Once you dry off a bit, I'll help you get a taxi."

You figured he knew why, but not wanting there to be too much silence, you spoke up "How did you know I needed one?"

"I saw that the bus had been cancelled."

"Oh." You said softly as you nodded "I would have called one myself, but...I dropped my phone earlier, it wont even turn on now."

Yunho winced at bit at this, knowing just how upsetting that could be. He added that to the list of reasons you must seem so down.

"Can I ask you something else?" you added on as you met his eyes.

He nodded encouragingly, as a soft smile crossed his face.

"What did you mean when you said 'I like it better when you're smiling'?"

Yunho chuckled awkwardly as he looked down on his feet. "Uh, I just meant- well, I see you pretty often when I'm walking home and you always seem so happy, but today..." he looked at you as he trailed off.

You looked down at yourself and chuckled "Yeah, you don't need to finish that thought."

He giggled softly, before he tilted his head a bit and spoke softly "Can I ask what happened?"

You hesitated for a moment, but opened your mouth to speak.

Suddenly he rose his hand "Actually, first, come in." He motioned for you to come further.

You hesitated and he smiled "Don't worry about getting anything wet, it's fine, come on, I'll get you some coffee, or tea?" He gestured for you to follow him as he made his way into the apartment.

Slowly, you followed, feeling somewhat as though you were trespassing.

Sitting at the kitchen counter, warm mug in your hands as you now donned clothes that weren't yours, you felt comfortable, yet still troublesome.

As though you were getting in Yunho's way, even though he was the one who insisted on you staying while he dried your clothes. He even gave you some of his clothes to wear while you waited.

After Yunho had made you a hot drink, he sat down across from you and listened patiently as you told him all that had happened to you today. At first you thought of only sharing small details, but quickly, you found yourself telling him everything.

All the while, he listened intently, genuinely curious and empathetic. He gave comments here and there about your boss being too stubborn and not understanding enough when your car breaking down wasn't your fault. And when you brought up your toxic ex, you hesitated before speaking slowly.

"He just...knows exacly what to say to make me feel as bad as possible.

Yunho frowned and shook his head a bit "How did he even get your number?"

You let out a soft sigh "I have a feeling it was a friend of mine. They never really believed all the bad things I said about him. He's good at hiding his true colors around people."

"Well if they were a real friend, they would have believe you, you deserve better."

You let out a soft airy laugh as you looked down into your drink.

"So...do you regularly bring in strays and give them a hot drink and a pep talk?"

Yunho grinned at this, "No, you're the first."

"Ahh" you said softly feeling your ears get warm "I must be special then" You joked as you sipped our drink.

Yunho's smile turned soft as his eyes seemed to glisten a bit "You are." His tone was soft yet genuine.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as your heart raced. It was obvious on your face, this effected you, as you smiled and looked back down into your drink, suddenly finding it very interesting.

Yunho grinned at noticing how his reply effected you. 'Cute' he thought to himself before he stood up straight.

Suddenly feeling an unusual amount of courage, he cleared his throat and spoke "There have been a few times when I saw you at the flower shop when I was walking home. And I almost crossed the street just so I could see you closer. I wanted to talk to you, to maybe have one of those bright smiles directed at me."

You looked back up at him, your eyes widening with his confession. Your heart was pounding, and your ears burning. He really thought that way? You effected him like that?

"But- I wasn't sure if you'd want to talk to me, or if you'd get scared by me approaching you." He admitted, his voice now wavering a bit as he started to feel self-conscious.

You smiled brightly at him and he felt his heart jump "I wouldn't be scared. I mean, I did willingly follow you to your apartment" he chuckled and you continued "And I would have talked with you. I could tell the second I saw you today, you're kind. I would have loved talking to you."

He couldn't stop the smile that grew on his face, and you chuckled, glad you were having a similar effect on him as he had on you.

He leaned down against the counter, leaning on his arms "Does that mean I can cross the street to talk to you now?"

You leaned a bit closer "I think I'd be offended if you didn't."

He laughed as your eyes met, something passing between the two of you you couldn't quite place.

Hearing Yunho's phone go off, your eyes broke away as he looked down. You saw his face fall for a second before he smiled again and looked at you "Your taxi's here."

"Oh." you sat up, having almost forgot he called you one. "My clothes-"

"Aren't done yet" Yunho finished for you as he looked around "Uhh- I could... if you give me your number, oh wait...your phone."

You chuckled awkwardly "Yeah, my phone." After thinking for a second you met his eyes "Are you doing anything tomorrow around two?"

He shook his head "How about we meet at the flower shop and we can trade clothes back?"

Yunho smiled and nodded his head "Alright, sounds good."

As Yunho walked you to the door, handing you and umbrella to take as it was now pouring outside, you looked back up at him and smiled, one of the most genuine smiles you had today.

"Thank you Yunho. For helping me, and caring. You made today about a hundred times better than it could have been."

"Only a hundred?" He asked with a sarcastic tone "I'll try harder next time."

You chuckled your face warming up due to his comment as he grinned down at you.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded "Tomorrow."

As you walked down the hallway, Yunho watched you for a moment, his thoughts already on tomorrow when he'd see you again.

He felt a little guilty at the thought of having lied to you. Your clothes had in fact already finished drying, but he wanted an excuse to see you again.

He felt a little guilty, but only a little.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

Hope you liked it~ If you did, please consider reblogging :)

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @acciocriativity, @soso59love-blog

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[teenandbeyond]

Shota Aizawa x Fem. Black Reader

I wrote this to flesh out the possible relationship between Aizawa and an OC for my fanfic.

Want more from me? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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🐱Beauty at the Café🐱 (MHA or My Hero Academia)

Warning(s): Reader is a rich MILF (Kid is in his class), Bold=English

You and Aizawa have frequent meet-ups at a quaint little cat café...it's about time you met his friend Present Mic...

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The first time you ran into each other was purely coincidence.

He heard of this newly opened cat café that was popular, yet somehow quiet and far from packed.

And he liked cats, so why not check it out?

You sponsored the café due to the owners being young, you wanted to support them as a fellow cat lover and owner. They wanted you to try out all their dishes for your opinion.

You noticed him as he sat down at a table next to yours.

"Oh. That you Eraser head?"

He slowly turned his head, recognizing the voice, "Ms. [Last Name]."

You leaned your head on a fist with a pearly white smile, "I'm both surprised and unsurprised to see you here."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked dryly.

"You kinda seemed like a cat kind of man, that's all. Funny we ran into each other, though."

"What are you doing here? This isn't usually the area people in your class enjoy."

You chuckle, "Even the rich like cheap when we're modest—But actually, I'm here on business."

"Business. Sounds about right for the richest woman in the world," he turned his attention to a soft-looking Birman.

"Cinnamon."

"What?"

"That's her name. Cinnamon."

"Oh."

Eventually, he would sit at your table with you. And eventually the length of conversation grew.

Once he realized you weren't some snobby rich lady, he was quite a bit more comfortable with you. But he wasn't too surprised, your daughter acted far from spoiled. Had no idea she was a rich kid until he met you and learned you were her mother.

He was glad one of his favorite students had a good parent to match.

And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was really starting to warm up to you.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the business suits, heels, and overall made up look. He wasn't one to care about appearance that much.

But your coiled hair, thick and natural...

He loved the feeling of freeness it gave off, it took away the intimidating classiness that clashed against his...he didn't know.

And he supposed you weren't always dressed to work, sometimes he saw you in casual and steetwear. Baggy clothes, tees with the faces of old rappers, heavy boots and cardigans.

He admittedly liked when you wore comfy clothes better.

But he thought you could pull of anything.

You best accessory to him other than your hair was your smile. Which was saying a lot coming from a guy who wasn't the happy type.

But there was a problem.

Someone was onto him, noticing he was going out more.

Hizashi.

So Aizawa tried to be slick, hide you from him...

But he should've known his friend better than that.

"You don't need to come with me."

"I just wanna see what's so great, that has you coming here every other day! You never go out this much."

"I like cats."

"Sure, cats," the blonde smirked, "You met a woman there didn't you?"

"No."

"You did!" he gasped, "Is she there now?"

"I don't know."

"I want to meet her!"

"That's not necessary."

When Hizashi laid eyes on you, he had to lower his shades, he was in complete disbelief.

"Huh...she's actually very pretty."

Aizawa glared at his friend, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just thought it'd be someone sadder-looking, like you. That seemed like it'd be more your type."

Aizawa can only sigh, then you happen to look up mid-bite.

You smile and wave to the familiar pro-hero as he approaches, "Hello, again, Aizawa. How've you been since the last time I saw you?"

He groans, sliding into the booth seat across from you, "Could be better. Got tailed this time."

You lean forward on a fist in intrigue, observing the person accompanying him, "You're a friend of Aizawa's...Present Mic, right?"

"You can call me Hizashi!"

You and Hizashi seemed to get along swimmingly, which made Shota feel both fond and annoyed at the same time.

Then he lost you both when you started speaking in English.

"Nah, there ain't no way!"

"Yeah, that's what he did," Hazashi was cackling like a hyena.

"That villain was tweakin'! What did he think you was finna do? Let him just do that? Crazy!"

Apparently when you were comfortable, your English became more casual. Aizawa thought it was cute.

Then he decided he did enough social interaction for one day.

But just as he and Hizashi went out the exit, he sharply turned to him.

"What?"

"Give me your phone real quick, Shota."

"Why?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Just trust me."

"I'm not trusting that smile," but Shota gave it to him anyway.

Hizashi ran back inside and Aizawa impatiently waited until the blonde came out with a goofy grin, handing him his phone back.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"You can thank me later. And look, you already got a text!"

Aizawa looked down at his phone. Your name was on the screen and lo and behold, there was a single text.

'I had fun! It was nice to see you again Eraserhead o(^▽^)o'

"Whoa! Is that a smile I see?"

The minuscule smile was gone, "No."

"It waaas!" he gently elbowed his lonely looking friend.

"It wasn't.

"You think she's cuuute," he poked Shota's side.

"...Whatever."

"You didn't deny it! Who would've thought you could pull?

"Shut up, idiot.

'coffee's on me next time if youre up for it.'

#anime #bnha #bnha aizawa #mha #mha fluff #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #shota aizawa #aizawa #eraserhead #fluff #bnha x black reader #x black reader #black reader #mha x black reader #x black fem reader #black fem reader

[ineffablyruined]

Someone to Blame (Good Omens After Dark Angst War)

I wrote a short one-shot for the GOAD Angst War on Reddit. If you're not already there, come play with us!

CW: Violence and Blood.

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They came for him four months after that day.

Just long enough for Crowley to accept that Aziraphale wasn't going to come to his senses and come back. Long enough for him to pull himself together after his rather spectacular bender.

Long enough for him to start to care again.

Aziraphale would find out later that they had worked with the demon Furfur, that they had procured a miracle blocker from him. That Furfur had offered it freely just out of spite, not even bothering to make a deal.

Crowley hadn't stood a chance.

In those four months, things had begun happening on Earth. Things that even the humans started to notice. The wars breaking out all over the globe were easily dismissed at first. Tensions had always been high in that part of the world, hadn't they? And that one leader? Everyone knew he was a loose cannon. But when the earthquakes began, followed by the famine, and a new strain of COVID that was somehow more deadly than the original, even the humans had recognized that something was Up. And when the sun darkened the days and the moon disappeared, they knew. They all knew that the End of Times was nearing.

And so a small group of humans came for the only celestial entity they could find. The one who had been there all those months ago when the weird things happened at the Whickber Street Shopkeeper's Association meeting – the things that no one could quite remember, but everyone knew hadn't been right. The dark one, with the glasses and the red hair, had spoken to that malevolent group like he knew them. And, as humans did when they were scared, they'd found someone to blame.

Mister Brown of Brown's World of Carpets led the mob. They dragged Crowley from his Bentley when he'd stopped by to check on Muriel and the bookshop. Crowley had quickly snapped his fingers a second before the miracle blocker was activated, and the new bookshop owner was suddenly the most normal human anyone in a twelve-mile radius could remember. Then Mister Brown’s heavy fist connected with Crowley’s angular jaw, breaking his thumb and Crowley’s sunglasses. Another hit, a spray of red painted the cobblestones under their feet. Another. A tooth jangled loose from his skull, and clattered into the grate below.

As they dragged him into the street, Crowley didn't pray. God had abandoned him long ago, and he knew She would not take pity on him now. And the angel he'd known? The one he'd loved? He must be gone, too, if the Second Coming had progressed this far. That angel had loved Earth and the humans so much, he would never have allowed Earth to come to this as Supreme Archangel. No, Aziraphale must be gone.

So, no. He didn't pray. Because no help was coming.

As handcuffs encircled his wrists and legs, he didn't pray.

As the cricket bats and glass bottles broke over his corporation again and again, he didn't pray.

As the humans whose lives he'd saved four months ago, and again four years before that, took their fear and anger and blame out on the demon's corporation, he didn't pray.

And as his golden eyes locked with achingly familiar blue ones across the street, just in time for his corporation to give up entirely, he found there was nothing left to pray for.

Someone to Blame on AO3

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Thank you to all the wonderful writers at GOAD for their support and beta reading. You're all wonderful, insanely talented people. And thanks to the awesome mods and artists and readers and everybody on the GOAD sub. It's a wonderful place.

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens after dark #good omens after dark angst war #crowley #aziraphale #muriel #angst #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #i wrote this #good omens fic #self rec #goad angst war #angst war

[urlocalwhumper]

my girl and @sowhumpshaped's boy interacting bc yippee yahoo yay (yes that anon was me. again. i should really sign my anons lmfao)

also this is like a weird mix of my pet verse and theirs, tried to keep things consistent but i have adhd memory so do not count on it!! 🫡

anyways,

rayan couldn't believe it. not only had he finally, after years of attempts, been approved for his pet owner's license, but he was also heading to the shelter - not as a volunteer this time, but to finally, finally pick out a pet of his very own.

to say he was excited was an understatement, truly, but he also felt a little bad as he approached the building. he'd been so busy recently, he hadn't been in for volunteer work for a solid two weeks. he supposed it was all worth it now, though.

he only felt more and more excited, almost giddy, as he was brought back towards the kennels. no more pining and yearning, when he left this building, it'd be with his very own pet right by his side.

he already recognized most of the faces he passed, but he still bothered to go kennel-by-kennel anyways. this was possibly the most important decision he'd ever make, and he was going to take it very seriously.

there was one he didn't recognize, though. all the way in the back, curled up as small as possible on its bed, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, was a pet he'd never seen before. he couldn't even really make out any distinctive features, with the way it was hiding its face in its arms. it was blonde, he could at least say that, with floppy little dog ears of a matching color, but he couldn't pick out much else.

"when did this one get in?" he asked, frowning in sympathy. one of the other volunteers - who he admittedly didn't know very well - glanced at the pet in question and sighed.

"last week, i think." they said. "real nasty case. she was confiscated from her last owner after heavy suspicions of abuse, the pet hospital sent her here once she didn't need constant medical attention anymore."

they clicked their tongue derisively. "i don't know how someone could do that to their pet." they sighed again. "either way, she's very skittish. doesn't bite, though. not even if you corner her."

so it's a girl. rayan thought distantly, blinking silently as he processed that load of information.

"that's- that's horrible!" he spluttered, once his brain finally caught up with him. he glanced back at the kennel. the pet inside had raised her head a little bit, and he could make out one shining green eye looking warily at him. "what- what happened?"

the volunteer spun their ring of keys around their finger, before selecting one and unlocking the gate to the kennel. "see for yourself."

electing not to comment on that weirdly ominous answer, he obliged and stepped inside the kennel. almost immediately, the pet inside shrunk back, like she could somehow manage to retreat even further into the far corner of the space.

rayan frowned, his eyebrows knitting together in worry. he didn't want to scare her anymore - the poor thing had probably already been scared enough for several lifetimes. so, with a soft grunt, he got down and sat on the kennel floor, a good six feet away from her.

"hi." he said, giving his best encouraging smile. "i'm rayan. i'm not going to hurt you." he kept his tone as soft and soothing as he possibly could. he eyed the tag on her collar, too far away to actually read it. "could i know your name too?"

she just stared at him for a few moments, sizing him up with her one visible eye, before slowly, cautiously rising to her hands and knees and taking a single step out of her bed.

and the moment she turned to fully face him, he immediately understood what the other volunteer meant by see for yourself.

only one of her eyes had been visible because the other was completely missing. almost the entire left side of her face, only ending less than an inch above her mouth, was made up of the rough scar tissue left by severe burns. where her left eye would have been, there was simply a shallow divot.

it took everything in him not to visibly recoil, because he knew it'd be interpreted the wrong way. the poor thing would probably think he was disgusted by her, when in reality, he was nearly floored by the depths of the cruelty she'd had to endure. even her tail, which was tucked firmly between her legs at the moment, had an odd bend to it, like it had been broken and healed crooked.

as she got closer to him, he could see just how terribly she was trembling, the way her ribs were clearly visible against her flesh. her single eye held so much fear, and her ears were pinned back against her skull, yet she continued to approach anyways.

until finally, she sat down in front of him, hunched and small and afraid. he wanted so badly to just reach out and comfort her, but he knew that escalating that quickly would likely scare her more.

slowly, so she could still keep a close eye on his movements and back away if she felt threatened, he reached for her collar. black leather - heavy duty, but impersonal. "NANA" was engraved on the front of the tag in bold, capital letters. The back was bare.

"nana." he repeated. her gaze immediately snapped from his hand back to his face. "is that your name?"

after a few hesitant seconds, she gave a single nod.

he smiled. "it's nice to meet you, nana." he said. "would it be okay if i pet you?"

she looked almost incredulous that he was asking, but nodded again anyways.

the moment his hand started to card through her hair, it was like her demeanor did a complete 180. she all but melted into the touch, leaning heavily into his hand as he scratched behind her ears. he could even see her tail starting to wag out of the corner of his eye.

poor thing. he thought sadly. is this really all it takes?

"you were just scared, weren't you?" he said. "scared i was gonna hurt you..." he couldn't even entertain the thought. "well, everything's okay. i'm not gonna hurt you, see?"

to his shock, she stepped closer again, and curled up in his lap, looking up at him with and eye full of pleas for more pets. he couldn't help but laugh to himself as he obliged.

"so," the volunteer from earlier said, nearly sending rayan jumping out of his skin - he'd forgotten they were there! "think you've found a keeper?" they gave him a knowing smile.

he looked down at the pet curled up in his lap, feeling the joy of finally achieving his dream once again.

he beamed as brightly as he could. "i- yeah! i think i did!"

#hiiii. lol #rayan is a lot harder to write than i thought #i feel like he's much better w/ handling pets than people. especially pets like nana who can't speak themselves #talking to her kinda is like talking to an animal tbh. except the animal does fully understand everything you say and you are aware of this #idk. she's pupy. so he gets to act more put together than he actually is bc she won't know the difference or really care tbh #nana has very simple wants. like 'master who does not cause me grievous bodily harm' #she dgaf abt how socially apt he is #also yes she is literally pupy. that's really the only thing from my pet verse that carried over lmfao #damn i've been sitting here YAPPING i should shut up lmfao #mine

[yuri-is-online]

Hi hope you have a nice day.

I’d like to request prompt 9 with azul , ace and epel

Please feel free to ignore this

9. You weren't technically invited to this event but it's a Masquerade! It's not like anyone will notice or care if you sneak in, so you do just that and find a really depressed friend of yours lamenting they won't get to dance with their crush.

My dear friend there is no need to be so shy, I asked for requests. You have no need to ask me to ignore you! Hold your head high, you are more than welcome here ⊂(・ヮ・⊂)

As a note I got a separate request for this prompt from Azul's pov which I still intend to write and post in addition to this, but if said requester wishes for an additional character they are more than welcome to send a message, there is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, I could not for the fucking life of me find any of the music I wanted to use for Azul. No piano cover for the first song and then no instrumental version of "Part of Your World" from Dreamlight Valley; why that isn't on youtube when it is my literal favorite arrangement of the song I couldn't tell you smh. I did manage to find something close to it though... The rest of the event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Azul

Magic shmagic, you have got to be some sort of wizard with just how well you managed to weasel your way into this stupid party. No one had been checking invitations, probably assuming that no one without magic would bother taking time to make an elaborate ensemble just to get their hands on some prime snacks. Clearly they underestimated the great responsibility bestowed upon the owner of a set of tupperware. You would have added "and a cat monster" but you are not stupid enough to think you own Grim.

Or humiliated enough to suggest that he owns you, but the less chances you take at making him sneeze and wake up to a suspiciously empty dorm the better. You didn't need him storming the castle crying about how he woke up all alone and was scared wasn't invited. Not that you hadn't considered that plan together before Crewel had made it extra clear just what the consequences would be for that. The food tables are positioned close to a balcony you had spotted earlier, empty save for a piano that you swear has to be desperately out of tune.

Or at least that had been what you thought on your way in. That clearly isn't true from the song that's snapped your attention away from your mission towards it. You know the song that's being played, or at least you think you do. It causes some strange cognitive dissonance in you, you try to tell yourself that it simply can't be real, even as the words bubble up in your throat trying to make up for the missing instruments. The person playing it somehow makes the dissonance worse.

Azul, because it has to be him, no one else has eyes quite as lovely even if they seem strangely sad behind his mask, clearly is not expecting to be observed. He is far too relaxed, too caught up in some strange thought playing a jazz song so hauntingly out of place against the classical background of the Masquerade. If you were yourself tonight, you would think about reaching out to close the gap, but to do that would be to give yourself away, put you firmly in the tight grasp of his debt that you will likely be powerless to repay.

And yet, he looks to see you anyway, the edges of his lips flickering into business as he surprisingly does not stop playing. Instead he moves the piece into one he thinks "you" will recognize before finishing with a flourish.

It is all you can do to clap politely so as not to drop all pretense. "I am sorry for interrupting you." You try, but you know as well as he that disguised or not, Azul will not let you off this easily.

"Oh it's no trouble really." He stands up from the bench with a flourish. "I was just helping myself, really what were the hosts thinking leaving such a lovely piano out here all alone? It's practically begging to be played."

"Of course." You hope, not with much optimism, Azul doesn't notice you looking for an exit. The last thing you want is a reason to be more awkward around your handsome classmate than you already are. "You chose such a unique song for it too, I couldn't help but be distracted." He falters, fingers dropping back to the keys gently running over them in a strange show of emotion.

"it is isn't it." He states it, more to himself than you as you beat away the unhelpful desire to describe his playing as "out of this world," not wanting to deal with any judgment later. The look Azul has on his face can almost be described as... fond as he continues to speak more to himself than you. "A... friend of mine taught it to me. I have been practicing it for them. For tonight." You almost ask who he is referring to, afraid he might mention some other poor lost soul from another world because you certainly do not remember teaching him any music let alone that song. You have a vague memory of playing something at Floyd's request, but that had been ages ago, and Azul had certainly not been there.

At least not in your line of sight.

"I should let you get back to them then." You say lamely, hopefully Azul will pass that off as disinterest in his personal affairs and let you go. This is starting to get bad for your heart.

"They're not here sadly. No thanks to me, if only they had thought to ask for my help..." He returns to the piano, so genuinely disappointed you are almost angry at yourself for not thinking to ask this poor man who certainly only would have asked for your last dance and not your soul or first born. "It's got to be an important song to them if they remembered how to play it... right?"

Or maybe he would, just in a more romantic way. He certainly seems more focused on the phantom of you than anything else and that has to be some sort of accomplishment. It is all you can do to swallow your guilty conscious enough to leave with your disguise in tact.

Ace

"Yuu! Oi why are you running I knew you would-" Ace's hand stops just in front of you, his smile and optimism completely gone with his brain cells apparently as he retreats. "Ha, sorry." His places his hand behind his head casually, voice dropping to that similar serious tone as it had earlier in the night when he had asked for you to tell him he looked good. "Thought you were somebody else."

"Sorry." You really mean it, as much as you just want to shake off the disguise and let him know he was right that would be way too dangerous. Everyone knows you were not invited, and everyone knows his behavior around you. No matter how much your heart sings that he saw through you, it would get him into so much trouble if he was suspected of helping you in this little adventure.

"Nah it's not your fault, I'm just annoyed." Ace has apparently decided that you are his new old friend for the evening anyway, bracing himself against the pillar with a huff as you give into temptation to stay with him just a bit longer. "Seriously it is going to be such a pain later! Deuce is all like 'we should enjoy ourselves the prefect will be mad if we let them ruin it for us.' Please like I would want my friends to be celebrating when I'm not there."

"You're not your friend though." You try to not laugh as you say it because of course that's what Ace would say. You can easily picture him sulking if it had just been Deuce and you who were off to a Masquerade all while acting like he is truly not bothered as soon as you pay him any attention. "It's not like it's your fault they're not here."

"Ha, sure feels like it." He is back to being oddly serious, you can't decide if you just think the attitude doesn't suit him or are angry he is spilling his guts to a masked stranger and not the real you. He has to know you would listen, but then maybe that's the problem. "You have to have that one friend who never sticks up for themselves right? Everybody does. Just don't make the mistake of- well they're stupid difficult to look after but someone's gotta do it right? No shame if you end up liking them."

"Oh yeah of course." Ace is going to never speak to you again if he figures out this is you. Or if he knows you were thinking about him when he started complaining about having a "friend" that's hard to look after. "No shame at all, really it's annoying how much cuter it makes them."

"You get it." He nods then remembers he is supposed to be the laid back guy in your friend group and returning to his "normal" attitude. "I mean who doesn't understand that? Seriously how tropey can things get sometime, like who still falls for their best friend anymore? How stupid does life think I am- look," he claps you on the back before steeling himself to head off back to where you assume Deuce and the other members of the Heartslabyul crew are, "you see any out of place, magicless prefects you bring them right to me yeah? They owe me a dance for all the headaches they've caused me this past year. And you had best bet I intend to collect." And just like that he's gone. Off to his friends, probably to poke Riddle some to ignore just how vulnerable he decided to be tonight.

And leaving you silently screaming into the night.

Epel

"SHHHHH!" Epel's a deceptively strong guy, it's something he would probably be bragging about right now if he knew you were thinking it. Well maybe not just right now, he has his hand roughly over your mouth as his eyes dart from side to side begging that it's just Vil that's on his tail and not Rook.

Something you are equally begging god for because there is no way that freak of nature is going to not recognize you immediately. Not that you are 100% certain he would turn you in, but there is something extremely uncomfortable about being known to begin with let alone when you are supposed to be disguised. Finally, the specter of the Queen passes by your little nook and Epel lets you go with a sigh.

"M'sorry." Epel is looking up at you like a kicked puppy, you can't tell if it's intentional or he really is just that remorseful. The two of you float towards the tempting fresh air of the balcony, Epel pouting up at the sky as if he is a princess about to break into song about how boring his life is and how if he could just run away into the great yonder he would. "I just really don't want to deal with my Housewarden right now. He keeps say'n I should make the most of the night or else I'll shame Pomefiore, but I just don't care." Well that's not exactly news but still, maybe you can help him snap out of it so he doesn't get into a heap of trouble he'll be complaining about later.

"Aren't you having fun with your friends?" It's a simple first option, safe enough for you to say even though you are supposed to be a stranger. Epel lets out a somewhat predictable sigh, though the sheer force of longing hidden in the eyes you swear are almost shining is not something you expected.

"Well yeah, but a Masquerade like this is super fancy right? There's all these costumes, music fit for slow dancing, perfect thing ta' do with someone special." Epel relaxes, completely comfortable with what he's saying to a supposed stranger in supposed anonymity as if he isn't sending you spiraling with that little admission. "I was really countin' on Yuu bein here." He closes his eyes, almost as if he is imagining what he would be doing if you had been invited and weren't... sneaking around hearing him admit something he definitely did not intend to do like this.

"D-don't you want to dance?" You say it more to distract yourself than Epel, honestly you would love nothing more than to hear him talk about all the fancy things he wants to do with this allegedly special person, but you need an out before he figures things out. Before Vil figures out that Epel's really shirking things and sends Rook. Before-

"Aw yer mighty charmin' but I got my eye on someone already." before Epel makes it super clear just what it is he feels and leaves you no room for denial. You almost feel sorry for the hypothetical stranger you are, Epel looks so... happy when he talks about you. You're almost jealous of yourself. "Say, you got an eye for fancy things? It's gotta suck bein left out of the party so I wanna bring my friend somethin' special but I ain't gotta clue what to do."

"Yourself." You say softly, feather twitching just out of the corner of your eye signalling your que to leave. "If you want to bring your friend something special you should just bring yourself."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #ace trappola x reader #epel felmier x reader #500 followers celebration #i have a love hate relationship w guilty because it used to be my alarm in college #and let me tell you there is no faster way to start to hate a song you like! do not do this <3 #also considered using in a moment's time but i am going to save that

[reds-skull]

My pc is in a repair shop and I got nothing to do, so here's a list of fic ideas I'll probably never do anything with, in no particular order:

Ghost, SAS Lieutenant, needs to gather intel from a secret agent at a party. He doesn't know how the man looks, only the agreed upon signal. Cut to Soap, the secret agent, trying very hard to save Ghost from an enemy that somehow knew the signal and is now taking Ghost to a more "secure area".

Soap is a councilor at a prestigious summer camp, along with a few others. He doesn't really fit in with the rest, far too rich to relate to, so he spends most of his time taking care of a memorial for one Simon Riley, who died in the nearby lake 10 years ago. When Ghost, a local hunter, starts terrorizing the camp, Soap is somehow spared. Eventually Ghost goes on a murder spree, despite Soap's efforts to stop him, but when the other councilors tried to prank Soap, Ghost didn't really care to end their lives over it.

Ghost encounters an SAS soldier on the field, from a different squad. He soon finds out the soldier is non verbal. Which is a problem when they're in an active warzone, and he doesn't know sign language. Through a lot of pointing and miming, they somehow find a way to survive, and Ghost comes to like the company of 'Soap', as the man pointed to one when he asked for his name.

Soap is a famous actor, with a beautiful girlfriend, big movie on its way, and millions of fans across the world. His coworkers, Gaz, Price, and his bodyguard Ghost, are ones he considers close friends at this point. It all comes crashing down when he finds his girlfriend cheating on him. Not a day later, her room is trashed, threats and warnings to stay away from Soap carved into the walls. Soap and Ghost uncover the existence of a stalker, one that is slowly becoming more and more violent. All the while, Soap finds himself in his first romance movie, imagining his bodyguard in the place of his supposed love interest.

Ghost doesn't give attention to most soldiers on his base, and especially not to Soap MacTavish. The Scottish Sergeant is the most unserious, annoying bastard he ever had the misfortune of knowing. His view of him changes when they're assigned on a mission together, and Ghost witnesses just how skilled Soap really is. Over time, he finds out why Soap keeps on a mask of a bumbling idiot, and digs deeper into the strange behavior of his superiors. Namely, how they seem to almost sabotage Soap every step of the way.

Ghost and Gaz are sent on a mission in the Russian tundras, to salvage intel from an abandoned prison complex. Only, they soon find it's not abandoned at all - a single man is locked behind bars, surrounded by dozens of guards. After rescuing him, the 141 soon discovers he suffers from amnesia, and only remembers his callsign, Soap. As foreign forces continue to attempt to kidnap Soap back, and as his memory comes back, John MacTavish comes to a horrifying conclusion: he betrayed his old squad, and his capture was not accidental. His original mission? Infiltrate the 141, and bring it down.

Simon Riley, owner and butcher at his own small shop, suspiciously eyes the man that has been hanging around his shop for the last 15 minutes. He's going to kick him out if he doesn't buy anything, and he tells the man so, but the fear he recognizes in his eyes stalls him. Ghost catches a flash of a camera outside the window, and the man tells him he's actually hiding from 'them'. Ghost, built as he is, simply goes and scares them away. The man inside brightens, and introduces himself as John. From that day on, John comes back, bringing tea and breakfast at the early opening hours. Ghost finds it a little weird, but the company becomes comforting soon enough. Once, he let it slip to John that the shop isn't doing too well, and the very next day a slew of costumers arrived at his doorstep, muttering excitedly about a "Soap MacTavish". It's only when his old mates Price and Gaz come by the shop, that Ghost discovers his friend "John" is no other than the famous actor nicknamed "Soap". Simon doesn't understand the shock on Price and Gaz's face even after the name is revealed, and Soap loves him all the more for it.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #cod gaz #cod price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #each of them has an issue of either no clear plotline or its just not exciting enough for me to write the 50k words needed to tell it #so im letting them out to be free #could almost be like writing prompts if they werent so... specific lol #im probably forgetting some ill remember later

[zapreportsblog]

↱ connection ↰

➘ summary : toga makes a new friend and it all started with a cat

➘ toga himiko x reader, league of villains x reader

Toga strolled through the dimly lit alley, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she scanned her surroundings. It was an ordinary night for her, one filled with the thrill of adventure and the potential for chaos. As she turned a corner, a flash of movement caught her attention.

There, nestled among discarded cardboard boxes, was a small and scruffy cat. Its eyes glowed with a mixture of curiosity and wariness as it regarded her. Toga's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she crouched down, extending a hand towards the feline.

"Well, aren't you a cute little thing?" Toga cooed, her voice dripping with fascination. "Come here, kitty."

But before she could make her move, a voice echoed through the alley, surprising Toga and causing her to freeze in place.

"Hey, is that my cat you're talking to?"

Toga turned her head and saw a young woman stepping into the alleyway. Her (h/c) hair framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of concern and relief.

The cat, seemingly recognizing its owner, darted over to the woman's feet and rubbed against her legs affectionately.

Toga straightened up, a playful grin forming on her lips. "Oh, so you're the cat's human, huh?"

The woman chuckled softly, her gaze shifting from the cat to Toga. "Yeah, this little troublemaker likes to escape every now and then. I'm (y/n), by the way."

Toga's grin widened. "Nice to meet you, (y/n). I'm Toga."

They exchanged introductions, the air in the alleyway shifting from tension to an unexpected ease. Toga found herself intrigued by the woman's warm demeanor and the genuine affection she had for her cat. It was a side of humanity she didn't often get to witness in her line of "work."

As (y/n) knelt down to scoop up her cat, she looked up at Toga with a friendly smile. "Thanks for keeping an eye on him, even if it was just for a moment."

Toga's usual chaotic energy seemed to subside as she looked into (y/n)'s eyes. "No problem. It was kind of fun, actually."

The woman's laughter rang out, a melody that somehow felt out of place in the alley, yet perfect in that moment.

"Hey, if you ever want to hang out again or maybe even meet some more friendly felines," (y/n) began, "you know where to find me. Just down the street."

Toga's lips curved into a smile that was unusually genuine. "Sure thing, (y/n). Maybe I'll drop by sometime."

As (y/n) walked away with her cat cradled in her arms, Toga watched her retreating figure with a sense of curiosity and something akin to warmth. In the midst of darkness and chaos, she had stumbled upon a glimmer of something different – a potential connection that defied her expectations.

Little did she know that this chance encounter with (y/n) would mark the beginning of an unlikely friendship, one that would challenge her perceptions and lead her down an unexpected path.

In the days that followed their chance encounter, Toga found herself thinking more and more about (y/n). The memory of their brief interaction lingered in her mind, a reminder of the unexpected warmth she had felt in the alleyway.

One evening, curiosity got the better of her, and Toga found herself wandering down the street towards the address (y/n) had mentioned. She stood in front of a cozy-looking apartment building, hesitating for a moment before taking a deep breath and making her way inside.

Upon entering, she was greeted by the sound of soft purring and the sight of several contented cats lounging around the space. And there, in the midst of it all, was (y/n), her eyes lighting up as she spotted Toga.

"Hey there, Toga! I didn't expect to see you so soon."

Toga managed a sheepish grin, her heart pounding more than she cared to admit. "Yeah, I guess I was curious. Your place looks... cozy."

"Cozy and full of mischievous little fluffballs," (y/n) replied with a chuckle, gesturing towards the cats that seemed to be everywhere.

Toga's gaze shifted from the cats to (y/n), her curiosity taking a more personal turn. "So, what got you into taking care of all these cats?"

A gentle smile touched (y/n)'s lips as she began to share her story. She talked about her love for animals, her desire to give them a safe haven, and the satisfaction she felt in helping them find homes. Toga listened with genuine interest, her usual fascination with chaos momentarily forgotten.

As their conversation flowed, Toga found herself opening up too – sharing bits and pieces of her own experiences, her quirks, and even a few stories from her time with the League of Villains. It was a side of herself she rarely revealed, but with (y/n), it felt surprisingly comfortable.

Their interactions became a regular occurrence, each meeting deepening their connection. Toga began to visit (y/n)'s cat haven more often, and (y/n) never failed to welcome her with open arms and a warm smile.

In the midst of their unlikely friendship, Toga discovered a sense of companionship that was both unfamiliar and strangely comforting. With (y/n), she didn't need to put on a façade or pretend to be something she wasn't. They accepted each other, quirks and all.

#mha toga #toga himiko #toga himiko x reader #toga himiko imagines #toga himiko imagine #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha imagine #bnha imagines #my hero imagines #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia masterlist

[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairings: Dream of the Endless x goddess!reader, Hob Gadling x goddess!reader (platonic), etc.

warnings: none, except for the presence of a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Being betrothed to the Lord of Dreams himself wasn't an easy task, especially when you were a goddess that often had her own tasks to take care of.

In your 'past life', or so you liked to call it, people worshipped you and called you Athena. Even though wisdom was one of your virtues, you did some things that you now regretted; pride was one of your flaws after all, and you were working on smoothing out this imperfection.

Back when you wandered around Greece, you helped humankind and tried to aid them in the moment of need. As time went on, though, you noticed that less and less people asked for your help and you couldn't do anything but watch humanity start destroying itself.

One day, you dreamt of a better world. A world where you and all your brothers and sisters were still needed, where men were willing to listen to someone else's advice rather than act according to their own, individual needs.

And in a flowery field, which felt much too real to your liking, you saw him. Morpheus— the god of sleep.

You immediately recognized him thanks to the red ruby he wore around his neck; you'd met him once before, and you knew that he'd been married to one of your sisters, the muse Calliope, many centuries prior.

“Greetings, Athena”

“Greetings, Morpheus. Am I in the Dreaming?”

“Indeed, goddess of wisdom. And I've come to ask you what is the reason for your visit”

“Wow. I'm getting a special treatment, it seems”

“You are not answering my question”

“Well, if you must know... I ended up here. I did not intend to dream. I never did. It's the latest events that might have made my mind wander so far”

“I see.”

“I don't want to disturb you, Endless. I must wake up at once, for I have a few matters to take care of”

“On the contrary. It was an honour”

That is how your friendship started. You didn't dream often after that day, but when you did, Morpheus was there to keep away whichever Nightmare might have come your way.

As time went on, you decided to start roaming around the world, changing residence every few years so that no suspicions would rise regarding your inability to age. You lived in Turkey, Portugal, Spain, France, Morocco, Egypt, Italy, Germany and even Norway.

One day, in the 16th century, you found yourself walking through the streets of London. You were disguised as an ordinary woman, yet if another mystical being like you was to meet your eyes, they would have recognised the faint golden hue that was typical of the children of Zeus.

Somehow, you ended up in front of an inn, and after some hesitation you decided to walk in. You immediately felt the eyes of the few people inside burning into your back, as you asked for a pint of beer; your request was quickly denied, and your foolish pride brought you to begin arguing with the owner.

Just as things were about to escalate negatively, a dark-haired figure put himself between you and the man.

“My apologies, kind sir, but my little sister was just jesting”

“Yeah, keep that little thing away from stuff that isn't for her!”

“What? You filthy—”

“Now, my dear, let's sit at our table. I'm sorry, sir, she won't disturb you any longer. Right?”

“Right”

With that, the man led you away and invited you to sit in front of him at his table. Even though you didn't like talking to humans that much, he seemed interesting and deserving of your attention.

“You're not from here, aren't you?”

“No, I am not”

“Are you european?”

“I'm from Greece, yes. You were close, Mr.—”

“— Gadling. Hob Gadling. And you're— ”

“You can call me... Y/n, yes”

“I guess that it's not your real name”

“Indeed, it is not”

“You remind me of a friend. He must be here any minute now. I'll introduce him to you, if you want to wait for a little while”

“Yes, I can wait. I have all the time of the world, after all”

“You're funny”

“Thank you, Mr. Gadling”

While you waited for the man's mysterious friend, you started talking about even the stupidest of things. Thanks to him, you started thinking that humans weren't so boring, after all.

Suddenly, Hob's head turned towards the inn's door; you followed his gaze and you couldn't believe your eyes. It was him. Morpheus.

“Y/n, this is the friend I talked to you about.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, sir”

“Likewise”

The two of you acted like you didn't know each other, though you were dying to talk to the Lord of Dreams alone. It had been some time since you last saw him and, even though you couldn't really admit it, you'd missed him dearly.

When he was about to leave, he asked if he could escort you home and you gladly accepted, not before bidding Hob Gadling goodbye and thanking him for his help.

“I see why you took an interest in him. He's a nice man”

“Indeed, he is”

“Why didn't you visit?”

“I was... busy”

“Doing what?”

“I had to find a suitable gift”

“You don't give gifts that easily, Dream. Is it for a new lover of yours?”

“No, actually. It is for you, Athena”

“Come on, you're kidding me. This means that— oh. Oh ! I get it now”

And in that moment, while the Endless handed you a little box, you realised what he meant by his gesture. He wanted to court you, and you were left speechless.

What he'd gifted you was even more surprising: a hairpin, which had an owl engraved on it. He knew how much you loved that animal, it was one of your symbols after all, and he also knew that you didn't like pompous stuff.

“This is beautiful, Morpheus. I don't know how to repay you”

“You don't have to. I only ask of you to love me, and I'll be happy. That is, if you reciprocate my feelings. If you don't, I'm sorry for having made such a bold move”

“It's not. I mean... your feelings are reciprocated”

“Really? Because I thought that—”

“Even I, goddess of wisdom, think that you sometimes think too much, Lord of Dreams.”

Soon after, you and Morpheus became husband and wife. Time was relative for you, but you were willing to spend your immortal life with him just as he was willing to devote himself to loving you for eternity.

The next few hundred years, you spent staying both in the Dreaming and the Waking World; you preferred staying with Dream and Lucienne, if you were honest, but you couldn't just leave humanity like that. And your husband fully supported your choice.

When he was captured, you didn't know what to do; being his consort, you were the Queen of Dreams, and you were appointed to rule over the Dreaming in his place. Lucienne aided you whenever you needed help, and Jessamy was left to look for Morpheus alone.

When she didn't come back either, your hopes to find your husband started fading away.

You regretted missing your centennial meetup with Hob Gadling and leaving your "human self" behind, but you were determined not to leave what your decaying realm unattended.

After more than a hundred years, in 2022, you felt his energy in the Dreaming, and so did Lucienne. Therefore, the two of you ran to greet Morpheus.

“Lucienne. Athena”

“My lord, you're back”

“I— uhm, we missed you, Dream.”

Then, the three of you got past your realm's gate, and to see sadness in Morpheus's eyes made you want to return to your old, vengeful self.

Nonetheless, you were set on helping your husband bring back who'd escaped from the Dreaming and retrieve what was stolen from him.

And you knew very well that it wasn't going to be easy.

#writerdream22 #reader insert #gif imagine #requests open #x reader #the sandman #sandman gif #sandman imagine #sandman x you #sandman x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman x you #the sandman x y/n #the sandman imagine #morpheus x y/n #morpheus imagines #morpheus x you #morpheus x reader #morpheus #dream x y/n #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream imagine #dream x you #death of the endless #tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge

[teaberrii]

Chapter 14: Something New

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

You want information, right?

Will you help me?

You’ve been staring at your phone long enough for Jing Yuan to look in your direction. He glances at your phone and then back to you just as you say, “Now, this is suspicious, but I have a pretty good idea who this is.” You show him the texts from the unknown number. “Looks like Caelus’s uncle got in touch with her. But, how’d she get my number?”

That’s when you get a text from March saying that she bumped into Jing Yuan’s ex at the bed and breakfast.

I didn’t want to give it to her, but she didn't want to ask Jing Yuan. God forbid. She said it was about Caelus… Is everything OK?

You and Jing Yuan glance at each other and then back at your phone. You quickly write a text to March before switching over to the all-important conversation. Your thumbs hover over the keys, your mind spinning with responses and their respective scenarios.

That’s when you hear a soft, “Hey…” You look up. Jing Yuan has a comforting look in his eyes. “You're thinking too much.”

You can't help it.

“What if… What if she’s planning something? What if she and Caelus’s uncle are somehow scheming something together?”

“She's the kind of person who protects herself over anyone else. She won't trust Caelus's uncle."

“But, she trusts me? A woman she barely knows about? Or…” Your right hand is holding your phone when it drops to your side. “...She trusts you?”

You know it’s petty to get jealous because, hey, this works in your favour, doesn’t it?

“She may have just met you, but you want to find out the truth. Caelus’s uncle wants to keep her quiet.” Jing Yuan puts a hand on your cheek and leans in. “I’d take my chance with you.”

You put a hand on his cheek and gently pinch it. “Fair.” Then, with a small, teasing smile, you say, “Your little flirty tactics won’t work this time.”

Yanqing comes running with a bag of chocolate chips but stops just before he enters the aisle you and Jing Yuan are in. Yanqing's face brightens, and he waves to someone you don’t see until a shopping cart and an elderly man pushing it come into view.

“Oh, Yanqing!” he says with a smile. “Are you shopping with your father?”

“Hello!” Yanqing points to you and Jing Yuan. “Yeah! With my parents!”

The man turns, and you and Jing Yuan walk up to him. That’s when you recognize him as the man from Jingliu’s gym. He’d wanted to talk with her, but she had turned him down.

He also seems to recognize you, too. “Oh… You’re…”

“Jingliu’s friend.” Then, you say your name.“We sort of met. At her gym.”

“Ah! Yes… I saw my daughter training you.”

Daughter?

“I’m her father,” he says. He smiles at Jing Yuan. “The talk of the town is that you’re seeing someone new, Jing Yuan. I suppose this is her.”

Yanqing comes up next to you and proudly says, “She’s my Mom.”

“Is she now? A very pretty lass.”

"How has Jingliu been?" you ask.

Her father’s lips form a neat line, and the pause makes you and Jing Yuan glance at each other. “She’s fine, I suppose.”

“Did something happen?” Jing Yuan asks.

“I’ve been trying to convince her to sell that gym—dojo—whatever you want to call it of hers.” He sighs. “She needs to move on.”

“But it’s doing so well,” you say.

“She’s my daughter. I know that she’ll succeed in whatever she does. But, that place… She built it up in her time of need, and now that she can stand on her own two feet, I hope she can spread her wings elsewhere.”

“Are you asking Auntie Jingliu to start all over again?”

The man chuckles. “Oh, you’re getting smarter every day, Yanqing.”

Yanqing looks down. “That sounds scary”—he looks back up—”but exciting.”

"Doesn't it?" 

“I’m sure that when the time is right, she’ll make a decision that’s right for her."

“I suppose you’re right, Jing Yuan." A sigh. "Timing is also important.”

Then, Jing Yuan casually turns the conversation elsewhere.

By the time you finish grocery shopping, it’s already evening. Jing Yuan is driving back to the bed and breakfast when you reply to his ex. You immediately get a response back.

Let’s meet tomorrow.

“...Sounds like she’s eager to settle things,” you say.

Jing Yuan looks in the rearview mirror and sees Yanqing asleep in the back seat. Then, he quietly says, “Caelus’s death anniversary is next week. I guess she’ll want to settle things before then.”

“Still… I wonder what she’s expecting. How am I really going to help her? She might as well go to the police and tell them everything if she’s innocent.”

“...I had the same question.”

Jing Yuan’s wife had her hands on her elbows when she turned around. “What did you want to talk about?”

She and Jing Yuan were alone in the house. Yanqing was at school, giving them an hour to talk privately before she had to pick him up.

“...Did Star Rails have something to do with why Caelus died?”

She visibly stiffened. “Why are you asking me? I didn’t have anything to do with it!”

“I said Star Rails. Not you.”

“...How could the company have anything to do with it?”

“I don’t know. It’s just—”

“A hunch? They don’t, Jing Yuan. Just drop it.”

“If she had something to do with it, I thought she’d go to the police.”

“...I guess she never did. So, what was your theory?”

“I thought that Caelus’s uncle might have connections in the force.”

The car comes to a stop at a red light. “...What about not telling you? Did she not trust you?”

“Whether she could trust me, I can’t say. By then, a lot was happening at once. Our relationship was just starting to get rocky, I was going back and forth to get the business off the ground, Yanqing, and eventually the divorce.”

“I honestly can’t imagine going through all of that… at the same time.”

You hear Yanqing mumble something in the back seat. Jing Yuan glances in the rearview mirror while you turn back.

“Look who’s awake,” you say. “Did you have a good nap?”

“I had a dream…” Yanqing rubs his right eye. “...About giant chocolate chip cookies.”

The light turns green, and the conversation turns into something much lighter for the rest of the way back.

◆◆◆

You’re the first to arrive at the café the next morning. You’re sitting at a table, hands around your hot drink, when Jing Yuan’s ex sits on the opposite side. She’s wearing makeup, but you can tell she looks fatigued.

“Funny how minds can change so quickly.”

She glares at you. “Don’t make me change it again then.”

You put your drink aside. There are so many questions you want to ask. Is Caelus’s uncle already threatening her? If so, with what? And… Why you?

"What did Caelus's uncle do?" you finally ask.

She's gently tapping her fingers on the table as if contemplating her decision. You hope she's not going to suddenly walk out on you. Then, she finally answers, "He wanted to destroy the hotel from the inside out.”

"Were you involved?"

"God no. He turned a lot of people who were working with Caelus against him. Poached some of his employees, especially the younger ones who wanted to make a quick buck fast.”

“It couldn’t have been easy. Xianzhou has a strong community, and Caelus’s uncle wasn’t a local here.”

She crosses one leg over the other. “...But, he was family.”

“They have everyone fooled.”

Jing Yuan’s ex looked up from her food. “Fooled…? What do you mean?”

“To everyone, their family is picture-perfect. The definition of a beautiful, loving family."

“...Are they not?”

Caelus’s uncle poured himself some wine. “They're far from perfect, my dear.” He put the bottle down. “If only you knew."

“He made a convincing case that Caelus’s father once had a mistress and got her pregnant, and Caelus and Stelle were born out of that affair. That was one of the stories.”

“Surely, someone fact-checked this,” you say in disbelief.

“He had evidence.”

“You’re telling me Caelus’s uncle threatened to expose the family's dirty secrets if Caelus didn’t hand over his business?”

“All of it. It wasn’t just personal issues. He also mentioned tax evasion amongst other things." She glances out the window. "He had something to back up everything he was saying. Clearly, he spent time doing his research. But, I don't know... Call it a hunch, I guess. I didn't think everything was true even if he said he had evidence for his point. It's not like I had anything to prove, though."

You scoff. "Wow. So, he was trying to create a situation where people can't distinguish fact from fiction?"

"You tell me. If you've been hearing all these bad things about someone with evidence... People probably wouldn't bat an eye if something else came up. They would just accept it, would they not?"

You want to disagree, but... 

"Whether Caelus knew about all of this, I don’t know," she continues. "I don’t even know if he knew he was a bastard child. It was a messy inheritance battle he and his sister would have dealt with”

You cross your arms, skeptical. “Was anything ever released? I never came across any of these stories.”

“He used them as blackmail.”

“Was he expecting you to keep all of these secrets?”

"In exchange for putting in a good for me, yes."

“That doesn’t explain why he’d tell you. He could’ve done all of this in secret. Did he tell you what was true and what was not?”

“Of course not. But by then... Caelus had already cut him off.”

You lean back. “...So, you were his little messenger.”

“I told you I’m not interested in the deal,” Caelus snapped over the phone.

“I’d think twice if I were you.”

Caelus put his phone back up to his ear. “...Are you threatening me now? I could report—”

His phone buzzed with a message. Then, he heard:

“I’d check that if I were you.”

“I still remember how confused and frantic he was. After that, I didn’t do anything else. And it just went quiet.”

“...Did you ever think this pressure would cause Caelus to take his own life?”

She’s avoiding your eyes when she says, “I just wanted the project to succeed. That’s what I was betting on.” Her bottom lip curls inward. “Look, I regret what I did. I shouldn’t have kept quiet.”

“Why are you telling me and not the police?”

“Because as a woman who’s also climbing the corporate ladder, I would hope you’d understand.”

You almost scoff. “Why does it sound like you’re using me to try to get a lighter punishment if this gets out?"

“I just want that goddamn man away from me. I’m not an idiot. I know Jing Yuan got in touch with him. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten that phone call yesterday night.”

“You want him away from you. I want him stopped,” you mutter.

“This doesn’t involve just me, you know.” You glance at her as she leans in. “Nothing is scarier than a person who distorts the truth so much that no one can tell what’s real and what’s not. I was involved with Jing Yuan. You’re involved with Jing Yuan. Who’s to say that we won't be next? I know you probably don’t trust me, but if this gets solved, I won’t insist on bringing Yanqing back to the city. So, are you going to help me?”

Do you have a choice?

◆◆◆

“Looking as lovely as always, Natasha.”

Natasha is managing the front desk of the clinic today. She’s going through some papers when she hears the door open. She looks up, and Dan Feng and March are standing on the other side.

"I don't know if I should be glad to see you or not."

Dan Feng waves his hand dissmisvely. "It's just a check-up. No biggie."

March looks past the desk and sees mostly elderly people watching the TV on the wall. “Looks like a slow day.”

After finishing the administrative work, Dan Feng and March sit on a bench near the back. Just then, a news report about a company CEO being arrested over corruption charges appears on the screen.

“Companies and their greedy leaders,” a woman says, eyes on the screen. “You’d never see anything like that here.”

“Well… I don’t know. Wasn’t there something going on about—”

A man glares at her. “Are you talking about who I think you’re talking about? Don’t speak ill of the dead.”

“I’m not! I…”

The rest falls on deaf ears when the door opens and a woman steps out to join the rest of the crowd in front of the TV. Soon, Luocha steps out of the same room.

“Hey, you two. Come on in.” He nods toward the room, and Dan Feng and March follow him inside. “This must be serious if you came to see me.”

“I mean… I don’t know if it’s that serious,” Dan Feng says.

March slides the door close behind her. “It’s serious."

“Well, let's take a look.”

Dan Feng turns and slowly lifts his shirt until it’s halfway off.

Luocha frowns. "Is this from when—"

"Yeah," Dan Feng interrupts. "...It was from that time."

"You never said anything about it getting this bad."

"Look, Doc, I can explain but I'd rather not. Not right now, at least."

"When did you start feeling the pain? You seemed fine during volleyball."

"It was fine for a few days after that. But when I went to reach for something, I noticed something was wrong."

After a couple of tests, Luocha says, “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this.” He helps Dan Feng tug his shirt down. “...Or else you’re going to kill your shoulder.”

“How bad is it right now?” March asks.

Luocha does his best to explain it in simple terms. Eventually, he ends with:

“Bad. I don’t know if another doctor has recommended this before, but you should get surgery.”

Dan Feng sighs. “Yeah, that’s one thing I’ve been putting off.”

“Why?”

“Training… and, well, I didn’t think I really needed it,” he says, turning to March. “Self-heal, you know.”

She frowns. “Seriously?”

“Your shoulder might not last until then,” Luocha says, sighing, “with all the training you also have to do. I strongly recommend you do the surgery.”

At Dan Feng's silence, March asks, "Why don’t you want to do it?"

“Because I’d have to retire.” Then, quietly, “Something that I don’t want to do.”

“Were you planning on doing the surgery after you retire?" 

Dan Feng leans back. “...It would mean my career is over.”

Luocha and March glance worriedly at each other. “If your shoulder is busted, you wouldn’t be able to do anything,” she says.

“...Give it some thought.” Luocha turns to the computer. “You already have painkillers, right? Do you want to try acupuncture? That’ll help ease the pain.”

Dan Feng stands. “What do I have to lose?”

Soon, Dan Feng follows his friend to another room while March waits outside. A short while later, Luocha comes back and nods at March to head inside.

“How'd you find out?" Luocha asks.

"By accident," March says quietly. Then, she tells him about the encounter with Dan Feng yesterday night. "He doesn't want anyone else to know."

“Yeah.” Luocha sighs. "He was telling me to keep it between us."

“I want to help him.” Luocha looks at her, but March is looking down. “I… I think he’s afraid of doing the surgery because it means he'll be starting over.”

“I'm sure he knows athlete careers are usually short, but yeah, I sense he doesn’t want to give it up.” Luocha crosses one leg over the other. “Just curious… Has Dan Heng ever mentioned something similar? Y’know… moving onto something else?”

“I know he’s been struggling with his performance lately, but he never mentioned anything about giving up.”

A knock comes at Luocha’s door.

“Come in.”

Natasha slides the door open. “Your next patient’s here.”

Luocha nods and turns to March. “Let’s talk later.”

She nods just as a middle-aged man walks in. After leaving the room, she goes to find Dan Feng.

“How’re you feeling?” she asks, walking into another room at the back of the clinic.

“It’s an interesting experience.” He nods at the heat patches on the table. “Luocha also grabbed me those.” She walks over, picks them up, and sits on a chair nearby. Dan Feng slowly turns his head to face her. “Did your manager ever contact you again?”

March senses he's avoiding talking about the surgery, so she plays along... for now.

“He did, and I turned him down...”

“But?”

“...I can’t give too much away, but I’m thinking of signing a contract with the company. I’ll be an independent artist. It’ll be a new start.”

Dan Feng gives her a little smile. “Hey, at least you thought about it, and it makes you happy.”

“Well, I mean… public reception is another thing."

“You’re overthinking things. People love a good comeback. It’s not like you committed a crime.”

She leans forward. “Why are we suddenly talking about me, huh?”

“I didn't know my shoulder was such a hot topic."

“...Are you nervous about the surgery?”

Dan Feng looks down. “It’s more about what I’m going to do after. I’m not passionate about anything besides the sport, and…”

“...Seeing other people succeed can also be a bitter process.”

“I know it’s more about my mindset. I know it’s coming, but… I guess I have a hard time accepting it.”

March scoots her chair closer. “You don’t have to have everything figured out right now. There’s time before your surgery to figure things out. You'll also need time to recover. Health always comes first! It’s never too late!”

“Please don’t go all mushy on me.”

“If you put it that way, I won’t,” she deadpans.

Dan Feng smiles. “Sometimes all you need is a good support system.”

“Yeah, so thank us, Loser. All of us will be supporting you.”

“Maybe I should become an idol.”

“Is that a joke?”

“What do you think? I get pretty good scores on karaoke… And I don’t think I look half bad.”

March pretends to gag. “Dan Heng's better.”

Dan Feng scoffs. “We're identical twins." A small pause. "Oh, I get it. It's his air of mystery, isn’t it?”

"Anyways," she deadpans. "I bumped into Jing Yuan's ex this morning."

"Oh God. I bet that made your morning."

"She was saying she had to get in touch with 'Mom' about Caelus."

"Did you try asking her about it?"

"Jing Yuan's ex? Of course not! I'd probably be fed a bunch of lies." March takes out her phone and reads your text. "Everything's fine. I'll keep you updated."

"Well, gee. That's super specific."

"Caelus's death anniversary is coming up, and—"

"You think something's going to happen?"

"I hope not!"

"Whatever it is, we'll get through it. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"

March sighs. "You have no idea how much I want to hit you right now."

◆◆◆

Should you tell Jing Yuan about what his ex did to Caelus? How will he react? You’ve been mulling over the question since you left the café. You’d texted Jing Yuan about what had happened, but you didn’t go into a lot of details.

Now, you’re at Jing Yuan’s house, making cookies with Yanqing in the kitchen. Jing Yuan’s upstairs, taking care of some work. Yanqing heads to the toilet while you’re putting icing on the freshly baked cookies. You sigh, standing upright, and then you feel someone’s arms go around you from behind.

“Hey.” You recognize that low voice anywhere. Just when you turn your head, your lips meet Jing Yuan’s. He smiles. “Sweeter than icing.”

You give him another quick peck before turning to the cookies shaped and decorated like different objects and people. Most of them are what Yanqing knows Clara likes. “What do you think?”

“They all look good." He points to cookies that look like a family of three. "This one’s my favourite.”

“That’s not supposed to be us, you know,” you say, chuckling. Jing Yuan rests his head on your shoulder. “It’s Clara with her moms.”

“Bronya and Seele!” Yanqing walks in and stands on his little stool to help him see the top of the kitchen counter. “Mom made the moms, and I made Clara.”

“I can tell.”

You gently nudge Jing Yuan. “Hey, are you saying mine looks bad?”

You think it looks fine, but compared to Yanqing's, it lacks quite a bit.

"I bet it tastes good."

You give Jing Yuan a deadpan look, and he kisses your cheek.

“Oh, Welt and Blade are dropping by,” Jing Yuan says.

“Really? Uncle Welt and Dad? When?”

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and Yanqing rushes to open the door while you and Jing Yuan follow behind him. As soon as Yanqing opens the door, you hear Blade say, “Hey, kid. Miss us?”

“What are you doing here?” Yanqing asks, hugging their legs.

“Well… We bumped into each other near the train station,” Blade says, glancing at Welt.

Welt sighs and looks at you and Jing Yuan. “Caelus’s uncle… He’s back.”

Chapter 15

End notes:

MERRY BELATED XMAS! My games came early, and I got new glasses so now I feel like I'm seeing everything in 8K resolution lmao

This was meant to come out yesterday but I felt like it needed more editing, so I put it off until today. Curious if anyone has thoughts on the short flashbacks in the conversations. Yay? Nay?

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[heich0e]

sometimes, when the stars align and the timing is right, your day off coincides with the day shinsuke is making a trip into town on a delivery run.

he's up at dawn, just like he always is. a rustle on the futon beside you as he sits himself upright. a gentle kiss upon your brow before he slips out from under the blankets. but this time, unlike most mornings when he's heading out to tend the paddies and leaves you there to sleep a little longer before you have to wake to start your day, you rise with him.

side by side in the kitchen you work in quiet cooperation, making breakfast and packing lunches, humming along to the radio playing quietly in the corner between morning news broadcasts and weather reports.

sunny skies all the way to osaka this morning, but a light chill in the air. you smile as you snap the lid on a little pink lunch box. perfect.

once everything precious has been loaded into shin's beloved truck, tucked and buckled in and secure, you head off on the road. the radio in the truck has been acting up lately, and he's gonna get samu to take a look at it when you get to osaka, so for now you listen to the strange collection of cassette tapes in the glove compartment. some were grandma yumie's hand-me-downs, some you'd picked up at charity shops, but the nostalgic songs that crackle out from the speakers are somehow exactly the right soundtrack for your little day on the road, and you find yourself grateful for them.

there's a few stops in kobe kita has to make along the way, slipping quietly from the driver's seat and heading to the back of the truck. you turn in your seat, eyes scanning over the backseat of the truck with a soft smile, glancing up and watching through the back window as shinsuke hauls heavy bags of rice out of the truck bed and totes them to their destinations, hefted over his shoulder. handshakes and bows exchanged with shop owners and chefs, you're back on the road again.

it takes a little longer to get to osaka than it normally would thanks to the stops you make, but you enjoy every minute of it.

"we're here," shinsuke says, pointing out a sign as he flicks the turn indicator to signal his intention to turn into a parking lot. you nod, an excited flutter in your tummy.

you turn yourself around in your seat, squirming slightly as you slip your shoulders out from the safety of your seatbelt, and the man beside you takes one hand off the wheel to place it gently on your back to keep you steady.

you reach into the backseat of the car, fingertips grazing a warm rosy cheek.

a little pair of chestnut brown eyes framed by long, wispy eyelashes flutter open and peer up at you.

"hi gorgeous," you smile, and the little girl wiggles in her car seat, leaning her into the touch of your hand as she rouses from her slumber. "good morning."

"slept the whole way here," shinsuke chuckles, shifting the truck into park once he's pulled into a safe space in the lot.

"did i miss uncle samu?" your daughter murmurs sadly, two little fists rubbing at her sleepy eyes, a pout on her perfect lips.

"no, we're going to see him later," you smile, brushing the silvery strands of her hair back from her face.

"papa didn't bring him his rice yet?" she asks, eyes wide and shimmering with renewed hope.

"nope," the aforementioned papa says from the driver's seat. "couldn't do that without my best delivery helper."

your daughter smiles from the backseat, an excited rush of pink flooding her cheeks. she seems to pause a little, pushing herself up in her carseat and craning to try and peek out the window to get a glimpse of her unfamiliar surroundings.

"where are we?" she asks, unable to ascertain anything she recognizes.

"ya really don't know?" shinsuke asks, feigning shock (which you can tell, but the four year old in front of you cannot.)

"no papa! i don't!"

shinsuke bites back a little grin, and you shoot him a look.

"don't tease," you whisper quietly, fondly, under your breath. he looks at you with eyes full of affection and nods, slipping out from the drivers seat.

shinsuke opens up your daughter's door and helps unstrap her from her carseat, pulling her up into his arms. you slide out from your own seat at the same time, the midday osaka sunshine warm, but with that little chill the forecast had called for. you'd packed everyone a sweater in preparation.

"d'you know what that says?" shinsuke asks your daughter, pointing to the sign on the other side of the parking lot.

you watch as she follows his gaze and squints at the kanji on the sign. she's only four, but there are some words she's learned to read.

"no," she says glumly after a moment, unable to figure it out.

"think about it," shin urges her, bouncing her encouragingly in his arm as he holds her against his hip. "what book are ya always askin' papa to read at bedtime?"

your daughter racks her brain for a moment, and then something clicks.

she places one little hand on either of shinsuke's cheeks, pressing her nose right to her father's.

"zoo," she breathes, so thrilled she can barely speak.

"zoo," shinsuke confirms proudly.

yumie squirms in her father's arms, twisting in his hold to face you.

"it's zoo, mama!" she says excitedly, her warm eyes sparkling.

"sure is, baby," you agree with a smile.

shinsuke sets yumie down on her own two feet to help you unpack the car. you help your daughter into her cardigan while she shifts her weight eagerly from foot to little foot, and then fasten a sunhat over her pig-tailed head to protect her from the midday rays.

the last car door slams behind you, and you turn where you're crouched on the ground to see shinsuke hiking a canvas tote bag (your handmade lunches held within) over his shoulder.

"ready to go?" he asks you, and you nod.

yumie weasels her way between the two of you as you rise up to your feet. she slips one little hand into yours and one into shinsuke's, gripping your fingers tight.

"mama... do you think they have any foxes in there?" yumie asks you hopefully as your little family crosses the parking lot towards the entrance.

you glance over at your husband, and see his eyes crinkling at the corners, his face turned up into the sun as he smiles.

"yeah baby, i'm sure they do."

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